.. errr ... teacher?" I asked, suddenly feeling very exposed about how little I knew when it came to art."Sometimes I take on a teaching and instructo... kind of role, but I'm doing the modeling tonight."Suddenly there were butterflies in my belly like never before. If I stayed for this class, Sandy would become the first woman I'd ever see naked! Unknowingly to her of course! I started to feel like a pervert.All good, I reassured myself. I'm an artist and that's why I'm here! God, it didn't even. “What about your darling Penny?” she smirked.“Oh, her? Well, you know me!” I smirked.“Riiiiiight! I heard you last night. I know better. Now, let’s eat before she shows up.”We ate our dinner, carrying on a light conversation about the upcoming presidential election which looked to me like it was going to be a blowout. Neither Gary Hart nor Walter Mondale seemed likely to be able to beat Reagan, and Jessie Jackson certainly was no threat. Although the contest between Hart and Mondale was far. I could say nothing, yetdeep down I think she already knew.The spirit smiled at me. "Last night, I had been asked by my boyfriend -to marry him. That was why I was running - It allows me to clear myhead. That was why I wanted so desperately to keep my body."Again my eyes welled with tears. "I'm so sorry..."The angel slowly guided her toward me and pushed her spirit back intoher body, forcing me out. I stood beside her, thankful that somehow shewas able to return back. "What will happen to him?". " You're goddamned right I will." She rolled up her window, and her car started moving forward. I started walking again, which put me in front of our little group. Just then, I heard the sound of a snowball hitting a car. Due to my position, I hadn't seen the culprit.She stopped her car again and got out this time. "Which one of you little bastards threw that?"Everyone started shrugging. "Threw what?" Mike asked."I didn't see anyone throw anything," Mary said. Because she was right behind me, I.