But I would have nothing to do with him. I was the first one out of class when the time was up, and I was the last one sauntering in, just in before t...e start of class.Two weeks later, he lectured with a ruler in his hand, sitting on the desk. He lectured about something he was obviously passionate about, but was nonchalantly rubbing the ruler on his leg, then tapping it a little.And then he looked at me.I grinned. "That little fuck," I whispered to myself.And I knew he was mine.**That day,. Unnerved, you lift your gaze back up to the poster. Not much to look at, you think. Either the drunk or graffiti porn. The hand returns. Caressing up the back of your right thigh, it stops upon reaching the clip of your garter belt. A single brazen finger pushes between the strap and your bare ass, slithering upwards. You abruptly reach behind to swat it away. You miss. Who could it be? You dangle your right hand to ward off any more trespassing touches while your left grips the pole. Finger. I got to her place at 6:30 and could hardly sit still. I waited in her large walk-in closet, careful to not make a noise. I was nervous as I heard her enter the house as the door slammed behind her. She came into the room and immediately entered the adjoining shower.As the shower turned off, I knew it was time to make my move. I slowly opened the door a crack and waited for her to come out. She had just a towel on and was grabbing some clothes off of the bed. I took a deep breath, gaining. ”“Kelly’s show has started. Let’s go watch it in bed and make love.”That’s an idea I could get with.“Two weeks. Your final project is due here on the eighth. Your task is to create a composition and draw it. Subject matter is open, but I strongly suggest you not do a figure drawing. We have not studied the unique aspects of figure drawing and you would just be guessing. Still life is yet beyond the reach of most of you. Your drawing is to be a finished work of art. It is not a drafting nor a.