” It seemed like I said the right things, as when I was finished she said, “well, I love you, you have nothing to worry about as far as me leaving...you. I want to make you happy in every way. Who knows what the future holds?”A couple weeks passed and nothing more was said about it. Our anniversary came and I was under the weather due to allergies, and she told me to just stay home and relax and she’d go get me some things to make me feel better. She even patted my penis under the cover and said. "She again walked toward me, handed me another j, then walked backward again. Why did she do that, I wondered? Always facing me? She perched back on her stool and I laid out again on the lounge.This time around she seemed to be tossing her head a bit, those blond curls waving in the late morning light, glistening, sparkling. Those legs kept bouncing, and I swear she was opening them up a bit, for there was certainly a darkening void between her legs that wasn't there before. I was starting to. I begged and begged to be the one to come and get them. I want them all to myself for along as I can have them.”This girl is either a cop, a serial killer or just maybe plain fucking crazy. I decided it was time to get the hell out of the dark witness less clearing, but as I did she started to get very close to me, she took in a deep breath, closing her beautiful brown eyes and after a moment sighed even deeper, pressing up against me, she was just a little shorter than I was and so very very. "Penis?Had I read the fucking question right? I reread it. Twice. Sureenough, the word was there. I snickered. What the hell was this, atrick question? I wondered. If so, Professor Emile sure as hell wasn'tgoing to trick me with it. Confidently, I circled "D," imagining itsparenthetical extension to read "chicks don't have dicks" rather than"women don't have male genitals." Time!" Professor Emile called.Like the rest of the art students, I set my pencil aside, and we passedour completed.