Abbey sat in the swivel chair behind Lucy's desk, staring blankly out the window at the rundown warehouse next door, while her friend studied a roll of film negatives.
"This is really hot," Lucy said, a smile in her voice. "We could put this stuff up on the Web and make a fortune at a dollar a peep."
"Very funny." Abbey sighed and passed a hand over her face. It was one o'clock in the afternoon. She'd had zero sleep, it was hot, and Lucy's office was stifling with only a noisy old fan to circulate the stuffy air.
Lucy sat on the edge of the desk, her face suddenly turning serious.
"Look, Abbey, don't get upset over what this guy said. It was bound to happen considering the circumstances. He's a jerk and you're not a hooker. Forget about it. He's not worth it."
