Nella Naked

In the 70s, when young nudes were semi – legal, I photographed an enthusiastic 12 – year – old named Maisie. My pictures of her were commissioned by Charmers, a glossy full – color magazine for people who enjoyed you g nudes. (If you’re lucky and careful, you can find scans of old issues in quiet corners of the Internet. ) I was gratified by all the nice comments I received on “Memories of Maisie”. Based on my description of her and the pictures we made together, several of you recognized Maisie from scans in your collection. Others figured out Maisie’s grown – up name from my remarks about her life nowadays. (Please be discreet and do not contact or harass her!) Most of the people who posted remarks liked the detailed explanation of how I worked with child nude models. Today, I want to write about Nella, the youngest girl I ever photographed for Charmers. She was nine.

To begin with, Nella’s mother died when she was five. The poor woman had an operation to fix a heart problem that had been with her since birth, and died of complications. Frank, Bella’s father, was her only family. He was a Charmers reader. One the last page of every issue was a paragraph inviting the readers to send in pictures form their families. For those who were not photographers, “Contact us, and we will be delighted to photograph your daughters. ” Usually, a father who came forward said something about “giving back. ” Frank had another motivation as well. He needed the five hundred dollar fee.

In 1976, I lived in Queens, New York City. Frank’s address was two miles from my studio, also in Queens. I was a professional photographer doing fashion shoots, advertisements, portraits, family groups and adult female nudes for mainstream erotica publications, including Playboy. I usually preferred to work with young

nude models in their homes, which more relaxing than a new environment. (Of course, when I shot girls who were raised in nudism, that wasn’t a concern. ) I met up with Frank in a bar near his apartment building. As we got to talking about arrangements, he vetoed the idea of shooting in his home. “I’ve got peeling wallpaper, water damage to the plaster and spots where the carpet has worn down to the backing, ” he explained. “I can’t get the landlord to do anything, but I don’t have enough money to move to a better place. Not yet, anyway. ”

I asked Frank if he had a girlfriend, someone who might object or try to interfere. “I’m seeing somebody, but she’s not close to Nella. They’ve barely even met. Our relationship isn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t live with or marry a woman who doesn’t want to be a good stepmother to Nella. ”

Frank suggested that I come by his apartment after five, when Bella came home on the bus from her after – school program. I was late. It was almost six when I arrived. Bella was a delight, with her light brown hair in bangs and a figure that was slender, not scrawny. We shook hands. As the three of us sat down, I looked around and realized that Frank was right about his apartment. It wasn’t just shabby, it was ugly, and there was no natural light from the windows. They looked out on an air shaft, not even a courtyard.

“How many times have you had your picture taken, Bella?” I asked.

“Lots. A couple of times a year at school, sometimes with Daddy, and with Santa Claus and stuff. ”

“Well, this won’t be like the other times, ” I told her. “There won’t be anyone else there but you and me. And before we take the pictures, I need you to undress completely. ”

“Even my underpants?”

“Yes. Does that bother you?”

“It’s weird, ” said Nella.

“I take nudes of little girls all the time. It’s not weird. ” I took out my scrapbook of young nudes and we went through it. Frank also fetched a copy of Charmers from his bedroom.

Nella turned the pages. “Why are they not wearing clothes?”

“A young girl is especially beautiful when she’s naked, ” I answered her. “Nudity is also about freedom. ”

“He’s right, ” said Frank. “It’s about being beautiful and free. ”

“What if I get cold?” It was February, right after Valentine’s Day.

“We’ll be in my studio, ” I said. “It’ll be very warm. If want it warmer, I’ll turn the heat up. ”

She leafed through Frank’s copy of Charmers until she found a girl with same color hair and haircut as her. Melanie was only a year older than Nella. “She’s really pretty. ”

“Nella, ” I told her, “when I take your pictures, you’ll be just as pretty as her. People will look at your picture and love you. ”

“Really? You’re sure?”

“I’m very sure. Count on it. ”

“He knows what he’s talking about, ” Frank told Nella. “He’ll make you look beautiful. ”

Next Saturday afternoon, Frank and Bella came to my studio. I started out with some freebies: a family group of the two of them and head shots of Nella, still dressed. Then I handed Frank a ten and sent him off to the bar across the street.

“Nella, it’s time to take off your clothes, ” I told her. “Use the dressing room, through that door. There’s a towel you can wrap yourself in if you’re feeling shy. ” Nella nodded.

A long minute later she came back, wrapped in the towel. To distract her, I handed her a hairbrush. “Give your hair a quick brush. ” She did so. “Is it warm enough for you?”

“It’s fine. ”

“Okay, Nella, I’ll start by taking some pictures of you in the towel. ” Like all studio photographers, I had various colors of heavy paper loaded on rollers, so I could pull them down and get whatever background I wanted. That day, I had pink paper behind her. I showed her where to stand. Nells’ skin was very pale. I put yellow filters in the spotlight to give her skin a warmer tone. She stood in the center of the room still holding her towel. I had her turn slightly several times, so I got her from several angles. She was good at following directions.

“Okay, Nella, now we’re going to do things a bit differently. Wrap your towel around just your waist, so the camera can see your chest. ”

Nella complied. She hadn’t yet shown any signs of being nervous or resentful. Once again, I photographed her standing, telling her when to turn so I could get her from several angles.. She had just enough baby fat to make her face a bit round, but her chest and legs were unaffected. Under her towel, her belly was rounded, not concave, and baby fat made her butt pleasantly – shaped.

I switched from the camera around my neck to the one mounted on a tripod and rolled her a beachball, one of the props I had ready. “Nella, here’s what comes next. I’ll turn my back. You put the towel over there on the side table. Then hold up the beachball between you and me. When you tell me to, I’ll turn around and take more pictures. ”

After a moment, she said “Okay, now. ” Nella held the beachball at the level of her waist. Her nipples were visible. They were very large for a girl her age, and their tint against her skin was exactly the same shade as her hair. She smiled slightly and held the beachball loosely. I finished my second roll of film.

I had other props besides the beach ball. One of them was white – painted cube for models to perch on. I carried it onto the backing. “Now I want you to sit on this. ”

Nella complied, still holding the beach ball in front of her pelvis. I took a couple of photos. “The next thing you’re going to do, ” I told her, “is to give me the beachball. We’re through with it for now. I’m going to take a few pictures of you seated on the cube with nothing between you and the camera. ”

Nella blinked. She looked around the studio, as if checking that we were alone. After a few moments, she threw me the beachball and I tossed it aside. Nella watched me as I went behind the camera. She sat on the edge of the cube with her knees apart. Her tiny, perfect vagina was finally on display. I was worried that she would try to figleaf herself, covering her vaginal lips with her hands, or crossing her legs. But she just sat there looking curiously at her vagina, as if she wondered why people were interested in it.

I shot eight frames. “Nella, honey, move your knees a little farther apart. ” She did so. I got some frames of that pose. “Now, lean back and use your arms to support yourself. ” I wanted some pictures with her little mound prominent. I got them. “Okay, get up. I’m going to remove the cube. ” I did so. “Lie down on the floor, on your side facing me. Prop your head up on your arm and raise your left knee. ” It took her a few tries before I was satisfied with her position. “Smile, ” I told her. She smiled. The reclining pose was good for vagina shots as well as depicting her slender, tight figure and pretty thighs. First I knelt down to get her whole body. Then I moved down by her knees, and made her vagina the focal point and finished the roll.

“Okay, I’m going to change the film and we’re going to do some standing – up pictures. ” When I closed my camera back up, I walked her through then “odalisque” pose: right hand on her hip, left leg forward. “Odalisque” is the most seductive of the classical poses. “Give me a great big grin. Look straight at the camera. ” Done. “Now turn around. I’m going to get a few pictures of your butt. ” Done again. “Okay, stay facing away from me, but I want you to peek at me over your shoulder. ” This was another seductive classical pose. I got her to lean forward a bit, putting her butt in the air and giving the camera a view of her vagina from the back.

“Let’s take a break, ” I suggested. We had been working for an hour and I wanted her relaxed and fresh for our last work together. “I’ve got a chocolate cupcake and two Cokes for you. ”

There was a director’s chair beside the tripod. She sat down and greedily devoured the treats as I repositioned the tripod. When they was gone, she stretched herself. I made a mental note to have her do it again, for the camera. I moved a few of the lights, changed the filters to a washed – out red and changed the background from pink to gold.

“Ready to start back up?” I asked her. “We’ve only got a few more pictures to get. ”

Nella nodded.

It was time for the vaginal close – ups, the most important part of the session. Some girls get nervous when I put the camera inches away from their pelvis. For some girls, I had to use zoom, which ordinarily I hated to do. I had Nella stand with her feet apart and crouched down in front of her. She didn’t get nervous when I held the camera a foot away from her vaginal lips. She just stood there with that look of curiosity on her face, as if still couldn’t understand what was the big deal. “Spread your legs wider, Nella. I’m going to slide under you. ” I got her vaginal lips from below. Shots of a girl’s vagina from beneath practically hypnotized the Charmers fans. They generated the most mail, and issues that had at least one always sold out fast and were reprinted. Nella’s lips were small, gently rounded and low on her pelvis. The underneath shots, with her essentially straddling me, showed them to their best advantage.

Back upright, I prepared to end the session. “Nella, is there anything else you would like to do? We could try it now. ”

“I want to look like a Princess, ” she said. “Like I’m going to be a Queen. ”

I had some props for that, even a tiara, but they were big – girl size, for use by my adult nude models. But I solved the problem in just a few minutes and got everything together. First. I took a length of gold lame cloth that I used to drape some of my model. It was long on Nella, but doesn’t the end of a Princess’s train alway gather on the floor? I used a safety pin to secure it around her neck. Somehow, somewhere I had picked up the top section of a pole for the American flag, topped with a brass eagle. I handed her the “scepter. ” For the last and most important part, I “crowned” her with a ballcap that had the Statue of Liberty.

“That’s not a crown!” she objected.

“Yes, it is. You’re an American Princess, the Princess of New York. The ballcap is just right, your Majesty. ” I took several pictures. She managed a perfect regal gaze, as if the camera — or me! — was a somewhat backward subject who nonetheless was granted the royal favor.

Nella put her clothes back on while I called Frank at the bar. When he appeared, ten minutes later, Nella ran over and hugged him. “Daddy, I to be the Princess of New York!” I explained things as I made out the check.

Did I ever see Nella again? Yes, five years later. By then, Charmers had gone out of business. Federal laws and the postal regulations had changed by 1981. The young nude community was driven underground until the emergence of the Internet. My career as a photographer of young nudes was almost completely ruined. I had one remaining client though, an older, reclusive millionaire who lived on the edge of New Jersey’s Pine Barrens. He had been a Charmer’s subscriber. He also collected nudist magazines, some of which I had worked for. He recognized some of my young Charmers models as girls who had appeared in nudist photo spreads, which, of course, had my name on them. He summoned me to his home, where he asked me if I had anything to sell. I printed 8x10 glossies of my Charmers outtakes, along with a few pictures from my days documenting naturism. Even with the expense of making the prints (in my own darkroom), I was up more than $5000. (Needless to say, it was cash under the table, which made it sweeter. ) When we parted, he told me he would pay a thousand dollars each to me and any young model that would pose nude in a secret session. (That was good money back then. ) I had to be discreet about recruiting the models, of course. Fathers were no longer coming forward to introduce me to their daughters. Most of my models came to me through the nudist/naturist community. Once and a while I would hear from a model I had a session with in the old Charmers days, but many of them were too old for another young – gorl shoot.

Then Frank called me.

Nella was fourteen, just out of her tween years. Frank assured me that she hadn’t matured too much physically. He was short of money, as usual, and still not remarried. He and Nella needed a quick bundle of cash. They had a chance to move to a better apartment, but they needed a deposit. Frank told me that it was Nella herself who suggested he call me.

As before, we met in a bar, talked things over, and then went to his apartment to see Nella. I could see why they were anxious to move out. The apartment was shabby in 1976; in 1981 it was barely livable. Nella wore her hair longer now, but her figure remained lean. Her face was angular, no longer round, but her features were nothing short of beautiful. From the pictures of her mother I saw on the walls, I knew where Nella got her looks. Her new breasts were just big enough to press on her t – shirt.

“Do you remember out work together, Nella?” I asked.

“I do. It was one of the most exciting things I ever did. ” She looked at her father. “There haven’t been many good times since. ”

“As I recall, you wee a bit shy as we started out. ”

“You mean the towel thing? It wasn’t shyness as much as it was just knowing how to act. I had never been naked before anyone before. Except for the doctor. ”

I didn’t ask if she had been naked around anyone since her day in my studio. Instead, I explained about the millionaire. “He’s got one little quirk, ” I added. “He wants the shoot done on the grounds of his house. It’s like a small mansion, with a four – acre yard and garden. He won’t be there, of course. No one will be. I think he likes the shoots to be on his own property because it deepens the fantasy. ”

“Will he know my name? Do I have to meet him?”

“No, ” I said. “He only knows you by your Charmers alias. ”

Nella had a few more questions. She was satisfied with the answers. “How soon can we shoot?”

The three of us settled on the weekend after next. “I have a pickup truck now, ” I said. “I’ll pick you up. To get to the Barrens and have time enough to work while the light is good, we need to leave Queens by 10 am. ”

The other arrangements were trivial. I agreed to pack a picnic lunch, stock plenty of soda and beer, have blankets on hand in case it suddenly got chilly and tip Frank an extra hundred for helping me with my gear.

It was a lovely late May morning when I picked up Frank and Nella. She wore a loose – fitting sweatsuit. Our drive to the Barrens was slow and tedious, but we got there by one. We were all hungry by then, so the first thing we did was eat. Afterwards, Frank and I had a thorough look around to make sure that we were alone. When we finished, Nella whipped off her sweatsuit and picked up the blanket. “I’m going to wear this between shots. I’m not chilly, but I sunburn really bad. ”

“We’ll use shade as much as we can, ” I told her. Thank goodness I brought reflectors, and Frank to hold them.

My one worry was that Frank being there would make Nella self – conscious. Not a bit of it. She ignored him totally and kept her attention on me. I had a list of locations the owner wanted. The first one was a low – hanging branch on an oak tree. Nella sat in the crotch (excuse the expression) and dangled her legs. I had Frank stand outside the shade and hold a reflector on her. Reflectors make for a more natural light than spotlights. I appraised her body through the viewfinder. She was still slender, not curvy or scrawny. Her breasts were just a slight swelling around her nipples, which were still large and tinted the same as her hair. Her stomach was flat and her thighs slightly elongated in comparison to the rest of her. Pubic hair? Just a wisp of fine, light – colored down. Two of her front teeth were slightly crooked, so I made a note to have her smile without showing her teeth.

“Do you need my legs more apart?” Nella called out.

“No, you’re doing great. Let me get a few more and then we’ll go to the rose bushes. ” I took the pictures. “Okay, we’re ready to move on. ” She slid down from the tree and I handed her the blanket.

As we walked to the roses, I reflected that she hadn’t become shy or self – conscious about her body. You never know — it had been five years. But Nella was turning out to be one of my best models. Normally, I didn’t get such cooperation and enthusiasm from someone her age unless the girl was raised in nudism.

The old man wanted a picture of Nella holding one of his roses. I had brought a pair of garden clippers for just that purpose. As Frank arranged lights and reflectors, I cut off a long branch and removed the thorns. Nella posed standing up, first with the rose diagonally across her body and then holding it out to the camera.

The rose garden had a concrete bench. “Now we’ll use the bench. Don’t throw away the rose. We may want it for other shots. ”

Nella’s first pose on the bench was a simple one: sitting up straight with her legs apart. “How about reclining? Like five years ago?” I nodded. She took the position: lying prone, facing the camera, head supported by her left arm and her right knee raised. She had a real instinct for posing nude. I took pictures from the front and the moved down to her knees to get shots of her prominent vagina. The hard, scratchy concrete bench was not comfortable for her bare skin, so we moved on.

While I enjoyed every minute of working with Bella, the moment I liked best came when she asked for a quick break to drink a soda. She sat in a folding director’s chair, totally relaxed and knees apart. I shot her her full body as she drank the soda, then from close up to emphasize her pretty nipples and her cute face and finally I knelt down at the level of her waist and made her vagina the focal point.

We went back to work. She stood beside the stump of an oak tree, left leg perched on it, right hand on her hips. She knelt with her legs under her torso as she gazed at a flower bed. (This was a shot the property owner particularly wanted. ) She stood leaning against a maple, legs apart. We found a patch of sunlight where the grass was soft and warm. Nella lay down, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

As I changed the film, she opened her eyes and sat up. “Do you want me to masturbate?”

I was a bit startled at that, coming out of nowhere as it did. “Are you aroused?”

“Yes. It’s my first time being naked outdoors. I love it. And my poses are sexy. I’ve seen some of your old work in Charmers. Some of those girls were fingering themselves. Were they really into it, or was that just another pose?”

“I never asked a girl to fake masturbation. ”

“So how about it?”

Frank was there the whole time this conversation took place. “Frank, could you wait by the truck? We’re going to get really personal here. ”

“Yeah, Dad, ” Nella said. “I need some privacy. ” Frank left.

Nella chose the maple tree to sit against. Its bark was smoother than an oak. Bella spread her legs and began stroking her clitoris with her right hand. The left hand rubbed her breasts. Occasionally her fingers went inside her vaginal, but she mostly stroked her clitoris. Her eyes were closed. I wondered what her fantasy was. I got plenty of pictures. I was ready to move on, but she hadn’t orgasmed yet. “Is there something I can do to help?” I asked.

“Get in really close, and keep taking pictures. ”

I sat less than a foot away, held my camera out and clicked away. Her vaginal lips engorged and flushed. I saw drops of fluid. I also clearly saw that she was a virgin; she was careful to keep her finders away from her hymen. Finally, she shuddered and moaned. Her eyes opened. “Stay where you are, “ I told her. “I want a closeup of the flush on your face and breasts. ”

“Flush?”

“A reddish tinge from your blood pressure going up. It’s like a blush, but more fun. ”

We needed two more poses before we were done. The old man wanted pictures of her looking at a birdhouse through binoculars. I took the picture from the front and the back. Her rump was lovely, but we hadn’t done much with it so far. Then we went to the ash tree, as the old man had instructed. She put her arms around the trunk and pressed her cheek against the bark, eyes closed and a dreamy expression on her face, as if she were embracing a lover.

“All right, Nella, we could be done now, unless there are poses you would like to do. ”

“I’ve dreamed, daydreamed and fantasized about this ever since the day I took of all my clothes in your studio, ” said Nella seriously. “We’ve already done one of the big things I fantasized about. I masturbated for you and your camera. Thank you for that. But there’s one other thing. Hand me your smaller camera. It doesn’t have to have any film in it. I just want to make it look like I’m photographing you while you take pictures of me. ” Behind me, Frank chuckled.

Our “mutual photography session” went well. It was getting late and becoming chilly. Bella put on her sweatsuit while Frank and I packed up the truck. The ride back to Queens was long. We were tired out from a long day of hard work. Nella dozed.

I had the privilege of working with her as an adult several times, too.

When she was 19, she called me unexpectedly. We exchanged greetings. I learned that she was a chemistry major at the City College of New York. Alas, she was still struggling over money. In those days, there was a magazine in New York called Crazed, which catered to men with fetishes and/or an interest in sex in unusual places. As I predicted, Nella was too slender to attract any attention from the mainstream men’s magazines, but when she visited the offices of Crazed, they offered her three thousand dollars to do a pictorial of her and her boyfriend having sex in a bank vault. “It’s not a real bank vault, it’s a TV/movie set. Crazed has rented it for Saturday afternoon a week from now. ”

I had shot people having sex a few times, but it wasn’t a specialty of mine. However, I wanted to know how Nella had developed into a young woman, and beside that, frankly, I needed the money.

“It’s not going to be anything weird, ” Nella said. “After all it’s my boyfriend I’ll be with. We’ve been together more than a year. ”

The building with the “vault” was an old warehouse in the Bronx. I passed a number of sets on my way to the vault: a hospital room, a college dorm room, the locker room of a sports facility and a dingy office. I suspected a lot of porn was shot there. (I checked into it later, and I was right. ) A bored security guard directed me to the bank vault set. “Don’t freak out when the door closes. It doesn’t actually lock. ”

Nella and her boyfriend were already there, dressed as burglars in black pants and sweaters. In the cramped space of the vault, there was only room for one camera and one reflector, so set up was easy. I shook hands with Nella and her boyfriend, Paul, who looked to be slightly older than her. He was a nondescript young man with dishwater – blond hair. He didn’t talk much. I thought he was self – conscious about being photographed nude, but when I talked to Nella later, she said he was always like that.

We started outside the vault. Nella and Paul were masked. She picked the lock. The door swung open and I took a picture of them high – fiving. Inside the vault, Nella picked the lock on a cash drawer. Another round of high – fives. They stashed the money in a duffle bag. Paul took off his mask, and hers as well. He kissed her. Then the clothes began coming off.

Nella was about four inches taller than when I last saw her. Her pubic hair was thick and healthy. She was still lean, with small breasts, but she still had the large nipples, though, and they were still the exact tint of her hair. From the muscle tone in her legs, I assumed she worked out or ran. She paused at every stage of undressing, so I could get pictures. I got Paul as well. When his boxers came down, I saw that he was well – endowed — nothing freaky, but nature had been generous with him.

They made out naked for a few moments. Paul caressed her breasts. The he knelt down to give her oral. Nella did a convincing “O face,. ” Then Paul lay down, using the money bag as a pillow. Nella straddled him, which was good from my point of view because if they had done the missionary position, Paul’s body would blocked the view of Nella. I got the moment of penetration from behind her head and then zoomed in on the merger of their genitals.

Nella bounced on Paul for several minutes. “Try to cum, ” she told him. Paul picked up his pace. It took several more minutes, but I got a shot of semen dripping out of her vagina. Nella reached down to where they were still joined and fingered herself. “Don’t get this, ” she said. “The point of the pictorial was to show him making me cum in the middle of the heist. ” Nella finally climaxed, with Paul’s mouth on one of her nipples and his hand on the other. Once again, I got her O – face. After that they redressed — Nella told me to keep shooting — and left the vault. The last shot to get was them with their hands in the air, looking horrified.

The pictorial had accompanying text, rather vulgar. It’s not that I was expecting dignity and grace, but knowing Nella as I did, it bothered me to see her described as a “greedy slut. ” The plotline was she made her partner join her in the caper by withholding sex, which was why Paul was so eager. “Now, he’s calling in the debt!” one line read.

I didn’t hear from Nella for several years, until she called me again. A second – string men’s magazine had a standing offer a thousand dollars for any woman that submitted five nudes taken in Central Park. You couldn’t get away with any old woods or grassy field. The pictures had to have recognizable CP landmarks in the background, or at least a bit of the New York skyline. “Can you meet me just before dawn? That’ll be the safest time. ” She explained that that she would wear a simple sundress and no panties. “I’ve practiced. I can have that thing off in three seconds, and on again in five. So how about it?”

“Count me in. ”

For three days we met in CP at dawn. There were only a few people about, and it was easy to avoid them. Nowadays I don’t do shoots that might get me arrested, but Nella and I never came close. I did the exposure settings in advance of each shoot, the dress came off in a blur of motion and I got the shot — sometimes two — before the dress went on again. We got many more than the magazine required. I think Nella wanted to impress them. It worked, because they commissioned a pictorial. It used most of the shots I got in CP and some other nudes we did on a beach in Long Island. I didn’t take a dime from the magazine. Nella got it all. She was in dental school and needed every penny. I was glad to hear that she had a ticket out of poverty. Frank was remarried and living in Florida.

I did one more shoot with Nella —for the Crazed Halloween issue: a nude woman in a graveyard at night. Nella had done some research and found just the place. The cemetery was once a churchyard, but the church burned down. It was on the edge of a small town, surrounded by a thick ring of trees and often foggy. To shoot at night, you need a lot of lights, but every they doesn’t have to be on all the time. Nella could do the dress – on – and off move if there was any chance we’d be discovered. Our cover story was that I was shooting a spooky graveyard for stock pictures and Nella was there as my assistant.

Halloween issues are put together six months in advance, and a good thing too. We never could have done it in the late – October chill. We started at midnight. I’m not superstitious, but place was creepy. Nella posed beside headstones and stretched herself out on top of a marble slab that covered the graves of a husband and wife. There was some kind of pedestal and she climbed it. For the last shot, she sat against a tree and fingered herself. I was surprised when she orgasmed in five minutes. The shoot lasted two hours, from setup to break – down. The magazine issue sold out. The Art Director told me they hadn’t received so many letters in ten years.

Nella’s been a family dentist for over twenty years. She’s fifty – one now. married with two grown daughters. You will not be surprised to hear that, as young women, they posed nude. You can find them in several of Playboy’s Newstand Specials. They have their mother’s slender figure. I see Nella’s name in the news every few years. She gives generously to charity and participates in programs that mentor young women, especially those from poor backgrounds.

I like to think she still fantasizes about our work together.