The next morning a young lady posed by the hanged body of Barbaria. Her stepfather slipped under the cloth hood of the plate camera and said "You need to move to your left, Cecelia."
"But she crapped and she stinks!"
"...just a couple feet, baby. It will only take a moment."
She did as she was told then he asked her to turn the hanged woman's body to face the camera. She whined "I have to touch it???"
"Come on, help me out! Lord Wragg will pay more than a few hundred pounds for this picture for his conical!" the Rev. Lynch said. "You have to admit you liked it, Cecelia!"
"I did! when can we do it again?"
"Bring me another woman" Lynch replied.
"Oh, is next weekend soon enough?"
'....I heard that' Barbaria thought as she slowly spun below the rope...
Why do I let these things happen to me? (and btw...I never stink)