Alfonse was a nice guy overall. He worked hard, payed his bills early, helped neighbors with their yards, kept an eye on the block. Everyone knew the thin balding fellow with the receding dark hair and, especially, his quiet friendly manner.
Vicki, his wife, was very shy, smiling awkwardly, as if caught. More often than not, she wore sunglasses, even on cloudy days. During the winter, she was hardly seen at all.
Overall, they were good people, the kind you’d invite to a backyard barbeque to, which most of the neighbors did during the summer and fall.
His neighbors would be surprised if ever they visited Alfonse’s studio in Long Island City. The one that he and his friends went to unwind, with a couple of girls. Young girls. And little boys. So young and little that you couldn’t tell which was which, boy or girl, unless you took off their undies.
And that’s just what Alfonse did, have babies strip for the camera…