Mammographer

There was this guy, mammography tech. Divorced, no kids.
He saw such beauty in women's breasts that he became obsessed with it and broke the medical code of conduct.

Women that come for breast cancer screening test can be pretty vulnerable.
And they have to wait for days, up to to 2 weeks, to learn the results.
He was telling them they can contact him and learn the results a bit earlier in case they are nervous.
If they were interested, he handed them his phone number.

Results were none of his business but he gained access to computer system and actually could check patient's data.
As we know he broke medical code of conduct.
Some results were bad news, some needed one more visit, most were good news.
Most women didn't call him but some did.
If news were good he delivered them and asked whether they'll be interested in the opportunity to have their photos taken at his studio.
Because he is an artist who is working as mammography tech for living.
He is taking photos for competitions and contests - and he knows she will bring him luck, for she is so beautiful.
Most women didn't agree to come for shoots, but some did.
Some expected him to make advances and prepared to protect themselves, some flirted and tried to seduce him after he took their photos striped from waist up.
But he was very professional and never did any such thing as have sex with them or even touch them.
All he was interested in were their breasted as an art object.
He was very grateful for having them in his studio.

When news were bad or not clear, he evaded delivering them. Most women never called again but few called after learning they were about to have a surgery.
They wanted their half-naked photos taken before the surgery.
He valued these models even more.

When he grew old and stopped working, eventually he had to move to retirement home.
His niece flews from NY to put her uncle's house on sale.
To her astonishment, there were hundreds and hundreds of black-and-white photos of women breasts,
young and old, perky and sagging, white and black, pale and tanned. Each had a number and the age of the model.
She asked her uncle who nearly lost his vision what to do about them.
He asked to bring him #56 and toss the rest.
His niece who was about to put his house on sale to raise money for his retirement home fees, spent day and night, day and night looking for #56.
But to no avail.
While browsing through boxes full of A1 size photos, she got used to and started liking these pictures of breasts.
She couldn't bring herself to tossing them into the garbage.

Instead she got rid of the furniture, put the photos up on the walls and put small price tags next to them.
She was Art Major, after all.
Most of the people who came to open house didn't pay attention but some bought one or two photos.
It was a small town.
The word spread.
People started coming to see the photos.
Then people from towns and cities nearby started coming.
Meanwhile, the photographer got very sick.
The niece extended her stay. She got very good offers for the house and sold it.
The new owner asked to keep some photos. The town library took some.
The town hall acquired some and planned exhibition hall with ex-mammography technician name on it.
The hype was attributed either to the fact that some prominent ladies on city council came forward and claimed to be the models decades ago -
or to the story of the artist, now on his deathbed, who did mammograms for living.