"A. R. Morlan - The Anabe Girls" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morlan A R)

reason why I only drink ice water, theyтАЩd freak. Which is why I am so glad I found
this site. Looking at the triggers from all the others who have logged on and
downloaded their photos inspires me. Even though IтАЩm not thin enough to leave my
own trigger just yet. But I am working toward that day. Who knows, maybe once I
lose another ten pounds, I might be ready to leave my own trigger here. After that, I
might get noticed by an agency...

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тАЬGo on, man, take a look at yours ... it isnтАЩt like sheтАЩs gotten up out of her
chair when you walked away.тАЭ

Jacob didnтАЩt need to take a look over his shoulder to look at his Anabe Girl,
still sitting in Zen-like calm on that uncomfortable chair behind him, to know that
Shane was right. None of the Anabe Agency models were wont to cause any sort of
pre-show problems during their assignments, which only added to their
employability. No more supermodel-diva-rants, no threats that the latest Miss Thing
wouldnтАЩt dream of getting out bed for less than $25,000 a day, no more haze of
cigarette smoke as you tried to work on their hair or make-up prior to the start of the
runway show.

Perhaps it was their quietude, their sheer complacent willingness to affect any
bizarre look, any out-there cosmetics the designers were wont to request prior to
getting the girls dressed and shoved out on the runway proper, that made them so
appealing. Nah, Jacob sadly realized, it wasnтАЩt their meekness that made them so
irresistible during runway casting calls. It was their lack of flesh on the damn bones.
Said lack which meant that anything draped on their pitiful excuses for bodies would
hang and drape and flutter when they walked, in ways those same garments never
couldтАФnever wouldтАФon any other woman with even one percent body fat.

Never mind that anyone who bought those clothes could never, never look
that good in themтАФas long as those clothes hung just so while being propelled down
the runway under the popping glare of the fashion photogs come that
all-so-important Spring or Fall showing, the designers could sell bu-ku numbers of
each garment to the retailers and the couture buyers sitting out there on those
uncomfortable little folding chairs surrounding both sides of the runway. To achieve
that all-important bottom line, you needed models thinner than a paper-cut.

And once said girls materialized at the castings, you hired them. No questions

asked about how or why they managed to become that mind-blowingly thin.


тАЬI wonder if they flinch when she does that to them?тАЭ

тАЬDoes whatтАФstarve them, or brand them?тАЭ Shane began back-combing his
girlтАЩs hair, grabbing one fist-ful of hair hard enough to pull the underlying flesh away
from her skull, while furiously ratting the brittle strands with his comb. Jacob moved
around to look at the modelтАЩs faceтАФlike all of her fellow Anabe Agency models,
Annot or Pavla or who the hell ever she was just kept on half-smiling, lips pulled up