”“Making pictures is work?”“It’s what I do in school.”“In first grade we learn to write.”Well, that was true enough. But right now, I ...as focused. That session Sunday afternoon was still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t been able to think of anything else all day. I sketched all through Art History in the dark. At lunch, I ran to Daniel Smith and picked up five 22 by 30-inch sheets of 140 pound Arches Coldpress watercolor paper. I couldn’t wait to start working on it. During Concepts, I spent the. “Do you want me to get some other guys in, Al? We could give you a bukkake party or something? Would that improve your self-esteem?” he suggested, helpfully.“Aw, that’s such a sweet idea, Brad – but no thanks, I don’t really want anyone else to know what’s happened to me.”“Alison – don’t you think you should report this incident to the police?” suggested Claire, from between Alison’s thighs. “Or at least to the RAF? You know, he might be a serial offender. We don’t want him going and telling. Even for three huge, system-spanning corporations, shuffling that kind of money around, unnoticed and unreported, would be a stretch. It was a good bet that there were other mega-corps, and even a planetary government or two involved.The sound of quiet conversation seeped through Kat's concentration and drew her eyes towards the entrance to the Brig. Standing in the doorway was Vicar Gauss. He was speaking to the two guards and a fourth man she had never seen before. Kat had to mentally smack. Some few minutes ago, Jenny had seen my cook. Accidentally, my towel had dropped and stood there naked in front of her. Motionless, Jenny had stared at my dick with her mouth open. Maybe, she was in shock. All I did was to go into my room and shut the door behind me.After a few minutes, I dressed up and put fresh sheets on my bed. I wrapped up the cucumber and the ropes in the dirty sheets and headed downstairs. I decided to act normal around Jenny, and if by any chance, she brought it up, then.