A portrait of a nude female. Then they showed a group of people painting in a room, and her standing at the front of the class, stripped off, while th...y carefully observed her body. It was like something awoke within me and I decided to try and find out if this was something I too could try!Ok. I'm no artist. I can draw an awesome stick figure if I try though, but as you might have figured out by now, this wasn't about the artwork...I live just down the street from our local community centre,. I saw one girl poke her boyfriend in the ribs and ask, accusingly, "You like that? Would you like me to walk around with my boobs out like that?" Her tone slipped from hostile to flattered and she went on, "You really think I'd look good in something like that?"The answer from her boyfriend was swift and affirmative, "You bet!"I turned my head to see their faces. The girl's venomous expression faded as she got the implication that her boyfriend thought she could look like me in the right. None of us are in and a position though to do anything about it. Bonnie here is writing an expose about the congressmen who are on the take, but we're not even sure she should release it. My concern is that it might push these people into prematurely activating their plan. We need advice, and we need someone in authority who we can contact without having to worry they might be on the take. "Mr. Green chuckled. "You know, son, I have never hesitated to give you advice, and you have never. .What Really HappenedWe were sixteen. It was the week when we had to take all our project work home but I wasn't well enough to get it. Friday rolled around and on Fridays, Tom would normally come over. I'd cancelled because I was ill, but he was going to pop by to drop off my stuff for me. I'd fallen asleep and was dreaming about him in all different states of undress and arousal.The knock at the door woke me up and I jumped up off the couch, throwing the blanket off, to go answer the door..