THE DATE PART IV; OR, BE MY BABY Rhodes Cardell appeared, more or less, his usual self. He was working on a shoot which involved copious part-concealed nudity, and numerous insouciant and cheeky requests of the “would you mind pointing your delicious decolletage a little more to the right, Alyssa” variety spilled from his lips with their usual pep and vulgar charm. All the better to put the models (most of whom were entirely relaxed with nudity anyway) at their […]

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