exuberant for her quieter tastes, but the three models who sharedher work space with her had insisted, and she liked them all somuch that she had finally given in. Now, of course, she was sorry. The whole venture made her nervous. She wasn't fond of crowds or noise, and she knew therewould be plenty of both, so that between her apprehension over the coming evening and the pounding and drilling and sawinggoing on next door, she gave the colour photographs spread outon her desk a last rueful look and admitted defeat.She put the pictures back in their folder and pushed it aside.Leaning back in her chair, she glanced at the three models whowere clustered at the window, deeply engrossed in what wasgoing on across the way. Jane smiled as she listened to them.'Ooh, look at that one,' squealed Jennifer. 'What a bod!''I like the hunk in the red shirt,' crooned Stephanie. 'But preferably without the shirt. Look at those lovely bulges.''Where are you looking, dear?' Randi asked archly.All three girls burst into a fit of the giggles then. With asigh, Jane decided she might as well give up and go and seewhat it was that they all found so captivating. It wasn't comingright, anyway. A break might do her good. She gave the emptymock-up spread out on her worktable one last rueful glance andwalked over to join the others at the window.They were so intent on the building next door that when shecame up behind them, they didn't even notice her. Jane realisedthat she was that kind of person anyway. People tended tooverlook her, no matter what the occasion. She was used to it bynow, though, and had long since come to terms with the fact thatshe would never turn heads with her neat conservative clothes,simple short hairstyle and normal, unexciting features.