In the heart of a cozy, dark workshop barn at night, 19-year-old Ernest Ostrander, a master craftsman, was bent over his latest project - a realistic old farm tractor. The shed was filled with old tools, Edison bulbs flickering, and a wood burning stove humming. His subject, Elizabeth, stood in a very sexual pose, her slender figure clad in denim shorts and a plaid shirt, her freckled skin glowing under the warm dim lighting. Her ginger ponytail cascaded down her back, framing her lovely face with lots of freckles, small lips, and upturned nose. Ernest couldn't help but be hypnotized by her, his gaze lingering on every detail - the clear blue eyes, the skinny, natural saggy boobs, the blush on her checks and nose. It was a masterpiece in the making, a photorealistic image that would take his work to new heights.