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I sweated some seconds before the door broke open, and Judith burst from the office panting. Sam was laughing. And momentarily, the entire office of Roper and Tyme would join him.  It was worse to be stuck working there after that day than to be stuck in the corner those minutes. 

Judy refused to talk to me about it.  What's worse was how she refused.

"Judy, Sam's wife is no shrinking violet.  She won't tolerate hanky panky at the office," I'd say.
Judy would half smile, unconcerned, ready to meet a dark future without any help from her sister.  

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You are viewing page three of "Edith/Judith," a fashion photostory whose accompanying text draws inspiration from pulp magazine stories.

CREDITS  Models: Tonya Smith, Carmine Leighton; Hair: Corrie Horacek; Clothing by Sartorial Splendor; Photographs, text: Tom Seiler.