You pose the model for your work, have fifteen minutes to complete your sketch, and then the next student steps in. I’ll accept these as concept ske...ches from you, even though they are way too polished to qualify.”“Oh.” There really wasn’t much else we could say. We had been told to bring a concept sketch for the class. I could just imagine trying to pose old man Johnson on the sofa with a bunch of grapes if he was our required model.“Now come join the rest of the class. I’ll make the full. "Taylor sensed the despair in Nick's shaky voice. He sounded so muchlike a frightened little kid, Taylor just wanted to comfort him. AsTaylor put his hand on his brother's shoulder, he was surprised thatNick turned to give him a hug. But it wasn't a quick brotherly pat-on-the-back-hug. It was a tight squeeze, with Nick burying his soft cheekinto his brother's neck, rubbing his hands across his back. Nick wasfeeling comforted for the first time in months and he didn't want to letgo, but the. "I found a solid footing beneath me, wedged my back up against the railing, and exploded up against it. The entire pipe ripped from its anchors and I flung it my head. The move broke the restraints on my feet and put enough slack in my hands that I slipped out easily."Sit back down little boy!" Monique bellowed. She stood and wound up to slap me again. She found her mark but I had my feet, my balance and was prepared for them this time. She however was unprepared for my backhand. I caught her. After about a minute Chris raised his head and asked, “So? How does it feel?”“Feels weird, but also good,” was Cassie’s reply.“Well Mom really liked it when John was doing it to her last night,” Chris said.Tracy was startled to hear that. Had the twins seen her with her dad and Nicole last night? They must have.“Those sneaky little shits,” she thought to herself but smiled. She had spied on her Dad and Nicole a few times so she couldn’t really fault them for it. Plus she was spying on them now.