She was a beauty named Carol. It was at the 4th of July Town Picnic held down at the fairgrounds near the river. I ran in to Carol in the dinner lin.... I had secretly admired her from the first time I saw her walking towards me class in high school. She was standing there, waiting with her plate, talking to her friends, about three or four people ahead of me and I couldn’t resist staring at her. She was a beauty, I’ve said that, but a sweet, slim, tanned blonde that had a sense about her. It's been a year and a half since I graduated. I joined an exercise club to keep in shape. One day I ran in to my old friend Mark. He said he moved to Ohio and joined an insurance firm. He hit me up for a policy and I went ahead and bought it. We got to talking and he surprised me. He said he and Sandy (one of the girls in our group) got married just the past summer.He said he would have invited me to the wedding if he knew where I lived. All he knew is that I moved to Ohio. He invited me over. He turned and headed to the University’s Patent Office. As he went, he shouted, “Remember, you can’t tell anyone.”John had almost reached the end of the hall when he heard a loud scream behind him. “John, where are you? This is fucking incredible!”John laughed aloud as he knew that Dr. Drake had read the important page of his paper. He turned to see Dr. Drake bolt out of his office. The elderly man looked up and down the hall. Spotting John, he ran to the young man shouting, “Nobel Fucking. Don’t be shocked though, these are not public art, and I want no comparisons to what I would look like today.” Later that evening their hostess led them to the upstairs office. One wall displayed a third life size reclining nude in a Rubenesque style. A second wall showcased six figure study black and white photographs obviously used by the artist in lieu of some sittings. On a pedestal in a corner lit by an overhead spotlight was a small clay statue of the woman standing. Dan had questions but.