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I shake my head and put my phone in my purse, fretting, "I don't understand why he hasn't turned his phone on. It doesn't matter what time of day I call. There's no voicemail, nothing. It's like the phone's just gone dead. I mean, maybe he just gambled so much he can't pay the bill, but still, I feel like he would've found a way to get ahold of me."
She puts her arm around my shoulder and hugs me. "I'm so sorry. I hope he's okay." Worry fills her eyes, mirroring how I feel.
The door opens, and our instructor declares, "Come on in."
Arianna releases me, and we go inside the classroom. We put our purses in our assigned cubbyholes.
I sit down at my easel, and Arianna sits next to me. She turns, and her eyes sparkle. "Are you ready for this one?"
I try not to laugh. "Yes."
Today we're drawing a naked man, and the focal point is his penis. Arianna and I have had some pretty exciting conversations about it.
Last week, they brought several men in for our class to assess. Then, we had to vote on which one we wanted to draw today.
The model walks in, and I put my hand over my mouth.
Arianna wiggles her eyebrows.
He has the weirdest-shaped penis I've ever seen. It curves instead of going straight, and it's really wide. It's not very long. Arianna even nicknamed it Stubby C.
A giggle comes from her, and I kick her, whispering, "Shh."
She straightens up.
The instructor glares toward her. He does it often when she has her outbursts. He says, "You'll have forty-five minutes to complete your projects. I expect attention to detail."
Arianna sits up straighter and gives me a straight face.
I giggle. She's always making funny faces. She's made me laugh a lot since I've met her, which I appreciate. It helps me take my mind off the fact I don't know where my da is and if he's alive or dead.
Every time I talk to Tynan about it, he gives me the same answers. Usually, we end up in a fight. I don't want to be at odds with him, but he's a man of power. Can't he do more? Then today he stated how my da doesn't deserve my love.
"Your time starts now," the instructor states and rings a bell.
The class turns quiet. The only sounds are pencils and charcoal hitting the paper.
I study the dick in front of me, and all I can think about is Tynan's. His is so different. He's got girth and length, and it's beautiful.
This man's dick is just plain ugly. I can't imagine putting my lips around it or letting it get inside me, especially because it's curved. It'd probably hurt.
I admitted that to Arianna yesterday, but she said she didn't think it would hurt. I'm not so sure.
The forty-five minutes go by quickly, and I look up when the instructor rings the bell. I look at my drawing and then Arianna's. Both of ours aren't very good. I bite on my lip. "It's a good thing we don't earn money this way."
She laughs. "I agree."
We get up and turn.
Killian and Tynan stand in the room with their arms crossed, their eyebrows furrowed, and both of them looking perplexed.
"What's wrong?" I question.
Tynan answers, "You didn't tell me you were in a naked art class."
I smirk. "Well, I'm not naked. He's naked."
"Yeah. What's the big deal?" Arianna asks.
