“Actually Peter… you could still help.” I said. I briefly explained how, but he flat refused. “Oh go on… your head won’t be on the photographs so no one would know who’s modelling them.” I pleaded.
“Well… your head’s on the pictures I took.”
“Yeah but I’d have cropped it off if I was going to use them… I don’t want pictures of me on FleaBay either… pleeeeaaassseee?” I pestered. “I’ll pay you.”
“How much?”
“Er… ten percent of whatever sells.”
“Fifteen.” he retorted.
“Deal.” I said. Little did he know that I’d have been willing to give him twenty or thirty percent, but if he’s happy with fifteen, then I’m over the moon.
