She was staring at us – no, not us, me – greedily drinking in the sight of my naked body as if parched. Now, girls had often looked at me with int...rest. I knew I was blessed with the kind of face people admired – deep green eyes framed by high check bones, wavy, uncontrolled, chestnut-coloured hair, and a large, smiling mouth filled with teeth I, unlike most of my class, took great care of. But this look, taking in my whole naked body, was quite different. I’d enjoyed stolen kisses and fumbled. I had just noticed whenever I got to the Virginia Line that I was running low on gas, and was also getting hungry. I knew that there was a Flying A Truck Stop a few miles up ahead and decided to pull in and get gas and something to eat. After I filled my tank up I pulled to the parking area to go inside and grab some lunch. Whenever I got out of my car, I noticed a young BBW Lady sitting on a bench outside the building. When I walked by she smiled and said hello and I said hi and went inside. I. Me: Oh, sorry to hear that.Mary: It’s ok, life moves on and we all need to get over our sadness.Mary was sitting across me and she looked into my eyes. I winked and said, “Oh yes, we need to find happiness in life. Only James bond lived twice.”She laughed at this and said, “In that fancy car of yours, I thought it was James Bond coming over.”I told her that it was Peter Pan, not James Bond.We all laughed at this. We ordered food, avocado sandwiches, and were talking about life in general. Mary. Besides, I hadn't decided what photo I would use.I got the interpretive study done and loved it. More importantly, I knew that Professor Whitlow would love it. I put it on a small table, leaning it against the wall where I could see it and enjoy it. The watercolor of the first pose I'd chosen sat on another small table on the opposite end of the wall. I didn't want to compare them.I decided to use charcoal for the second medium and I had a lot to choose from, so it was time to face the.