I used Zamora's list and went down to the professional lighting store to order a long list of equipment.

I also posted an ad in the student center for a strong young man to help me transport my packages up to my room.

Every day, I started to feel a little bit stronger and more energetic, and I soon was getting excellent grades in all my classes.  Even though I was still dressed in my baggy old sweats, several people struck up friendly conversations with me, and one girl even came over to chat me up in the cafeteria.

That is why I was so surprised when Zamora angrily burst into my room one day.

"What is this?" demanded Zamora.  "You are looking for a strong boy?  I don't think that is a good idea, Lucy."

"What?" I replied.  "The lighting stuff is coming on Friday, and then there's going to be lots of packages to haul up here."

"Hmm," snorted Zamora.  "Fine, then we will interview the strong boys together, deal?"

"Fine with me," I said, with a grin.  "Let's pick a cute one!"

"What you will do is wear one of your nice outfits.  And then if he stares at your boobies too much, we will know we cannot trust him," said Zamora.

"Well, I hope he stares at them at least a --little--," I said with a laugh, causing Zamora to smile in spite of herself.

Sure enough, I set up three interviews on that Thursday for guys who had responded to my ad.

About an hour before they arrived, I was going through my new clothes when Zamora popped in to help me decide which outfit I would wear.  Because we were trying to be professional, we went with a silk bralette under a linen blazer with linen pants to match and some lovely strappy heels.

The first guy to arrive had short curly hair and was wearing baggy cargo shorts and a loose Cuban shirt.  I thought he had quite cute eyes.

But Zamora found his responses to be too cheeky for her liking, and so she crossed him off the list.

The second guy was nice and tall, and he looked wonderful in his straight-leg blue jeans and pressed T-shirt.  He also had a very soothing voice and gorgeous light-green eyes, and I liked the way his shoulders stood out in that T-shirt.

However, Zamora declared that he had been far too fixated on my cleavage, and so he was struck off despite all of his other many attractive qualities.  I suspected that his other undeclared crime was not paying enough to Zamora, but I certainly didn't say anything to her about it.

But when the last guy walked in, all Zamora and I had to do was exchange a quick glance to know that we had found our strong boy.

David had light-brown eyes and a curious face, a head of lovely, messy hair, and the whitest smile I have ever seen.  But what truly got our attention was that hairy, muscular body clearly visible underneath his tank top.  His face looked like a lost little puppy, and his body looked like a Viking warrior.  

It was a very pleasing combination.

"Hi there, I'm David," he said as he entered and sat down in the chair opposite us. "I'm here about the job."

"Oh, you got the job, honey," said Zamora.  "The question is whether you will keep it."

"Huh?" said David, giving us an affable grin that melted my heart.

"Show up tomorrow at three PM," said Zamora.  "And don't be late."

"Sounds good," said David, giving us both another wonderful grin before turning and leaving the room.

"Wow," was about all I could say.

"I am no longer mad at you, sweetie," said Zamora.  "You were right that we needed this boy.  Now, I will go, and I will see you tomorrow afternoon.  Get your rest tonight!"

"I will," I said with a laugh as I saw Zamora out.

But I did not get very much rest that night.