Some patrons came through a front entrance and I instinctively covered up.‘What are you doing?’ He looked at me disapprovingly. ‘These belong to...me, and you are not to cover them without my say so. We’ll take this away,’ as he knocked my hand away from my nipple, giving it a good pinch for good measure, ‘and you will sit up and display yourself correctly like the whore you are.’He smiled at my obvious discomfort, and continued to manipulate my exposed meat. ‘Very good.’He had removed his cock. Provocation; the artist wants to arouse through sensuality and imagination, not through the obvious depiction of sexuality. Does that make sense?" We got to work. Isobel patrolled the studio, studying each student’s work, passing comments, encouraging. Her hand rested on my left shoulder, her chin on my right. Her silver blonde hair brushed against my face and her thumb absently caressed the skin of my neck just above my blouse. Her voice was almost a whisper. "Tell me what you’re trying to. After about 20 minutes I excused myself to have a smoke. I went outside and to the window to watch what was about to happen. Cindy gave me a minute and then made her move. She leaned towards him and placed her hand on his crotch. He tried to move to the side but the couch arm restrained him. She rubbed and squeezed his crotch. He halfheartedly tried to resist. She went to undo his pants as he kept saying no. She struggled to unbutton them since they aren't like English pants. Finally with his. "Then tomorrow gentlemen?" Drs. Weston and Fargo nodded. Dr. Weston looked at Mark,"One more night with the family, then safe and productive travels Marcus Severius." Mark smiled at the use of his new name. This first one would have to hold up under scrutiny. Then for centuries he could simply be Mark the Tinker or some such. He left the conference room and returned to his quarters where he was greeted by Trudy, their new baby boy, Mark Jr. and his daughter Emily. He held the infant and hoped.