Later, when I got home I didn't mention my discovery to Susan. No reason she would ever have to know about it.At six o'clock that evening I went up to...my room to pack for my trip. Once I had my bag packed I wrapped Susan's gift and I was getting ready to sign the card I bought when I heard her coming upstairs. I quickly hid the gift and the card in my bag just before Susan came into the room.She had a strange expression on her face when she came into the room but she didn't say anything. She. When we got out we explored the Smithsonian all day and then we headed to the hotel. Night 1:It's ten o'clock now and all the girls were downstairs and the guys up stairs a few floors. The rule was no one leaves there rooms after 11 and the chaperones made sure of that. Most of the people were swimming but I sat in the Lobby alone watching football. Jesse came up and smiled at me. But it was an unconvincing smile. I automatically knew that something was wrong. So I asked. "jess, what's wrong?". Yeah, it's getting real stubborn in here.More and more, her comments came faster and faster. Now, non-stop, she manically chattered. It seems like random shit. It's my turn to be non-responsive.Then finally, her snippets become the prelude to her story. "Dudley Do-Right, Huh. Fuck that. Never seen one. But you guys are all Mounties. Yeah. That's it. You just want to mount us. All except you. You rotten fucker. You wouldn't mount me."Now she has my attention."Principles. Fuck You. I got dumped. It could be sunlight, moonlight, candles, torches, incandescent, or headlights. But all of the lighting information had to be added to the plain sketch. I could see it in my head. Therefore, I could draw it.Mahler, Symphony No. 2. Paint on my brush, I attacked the paper in short bursts. Focal points, Doc had called them. Just a quick stroke to establish where the eye would be led. Six women focused on the reclining nude. The nude with her eyes fixed on me. Two unnoticed in the background shared.