But it's not like you'd think. They were actually tastefully done. They seemed like married couples from different walks of life, all naked, and not having sex or anything. Just cuddling, holding each other, standing back to back or resting a head on a shoulder. They looked happy, content. The actual photography was top-notch too, the lighting was natural and there wasn't any lens flare or red-eye. Most of them were set against a light blue wall.
My friend and I went to work. He did cosmetic touch-ups, I added backgrounds. This older couple were now sitting on a park bench, the gay couple was standing unnoticed in a crowd, the black couple were lying on a beach. I'm particularly fond of that one, my pal even managed to put a few grains of sand in the husband's facial hair.
When she showed up, she was very nervous and didn't make eye contact. She didn't even say 'thank you' like she normally did.
So we went back to the usual stuff. More wizards and stuff, but there were more naked couples here and there, and we gave them the same treatment as the full set from before. She asked me my name, and asked if I had been the one that changed her pictures. I admitted to it, but pointed out my friend had helped (he was sticking a hanged man into the far background of a family picnic at the time).
So anyway, she came in again today. She hands me one of the photograph envelopes we put photos in for pickup, and tells me her photography is being displayed in some museum upstate, and she' just got a book deal. I congratulate her and casually peek inside the envelope.
Ben fucking Franklin stares out, standing in line with a bunch of his brothers, his mouth twisted in that wierdly disapproving way. As my knees start to shake, she tells me she's in a five book contract, and she needs our help.
The last time I saw the inside of that CostCo, my pal was half-carrying, half-dragging me by my shoulder, asking me whether we should bother packing.