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Jeremy grabbed some clay and started building it up on the bare wires.



Peter walked to a black board and grabbed a piece of chalk. "Look at the obvious lines!" He drew an X on the board. "Shoulder to hip! Shoulder to hip! See it? Make that gesture drawing out of clay. Come on, we don't have all day!" He dropped the chalk back on the ledge and moved directly behind his favorite student.

Jeremy picked up his pace and smashed handfuls of gooey plasticine against the form, seemingly avoiding looking at the naked woman at all cost.

As Peter's body heat and a scent mingled with Jeremy's from behind, Peter could almost sense Jeremy's skin prickle with chills. Smiling to himself sadly as Jeremy paid absolutely no attention to the poor model and pretended to mold a figure blindly, he asked curiously, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Hmm?" Jeremy jumped in surprise and twisted around to him.

"Are you even looking at her?" Peter shook his head in amazement.

"Yes."

"Where's the gesture? You see her shoulders slanting?"

Jeremy leaned around his work and looked at her finally. "Yes."

"Show me."

He took some clay and started shaping it.

"Better," Peter breathed in his ear softly, then patted his lovely tight bottom.

~

By the time Jeremy twisted around to acknowledge it, he had moved on to the next student. Grinding his teeth, wanting to feel those hands on him again, he fought with himself to build up the courage he needed to call him. He just had to call him.

During a break for the model, Jeremy made his way closer to Peter as he worked on one of the other student's sculptures. Several others were out in the halls or talking together in class.

"There, that's it. You see?" he asked the girl. She just nodded at him, a dreamy look on her face which Jeremy was beginning to resent.

~

Once Peter noticed him standing there smiling at him, he smiled back, then nodded for him to move away from the few who were hanging around them. When they had some privacy he asked, "You okay, Jeremy? Or should I say, is your ‘friend' okay?"

"It's me. Not a friend."

"No kidding," he whispered, then smiled sweetly.

"Uh, can I call you later tonight? I mean, it's Friday night and I just thought—"

"You are welcome to call." Peter couldn't hide his enthusiasm.

"Oh. I just thought your wife..."

"You don't worry about it. If you need to talk to me, call." Peter would worry about Linda later.

"What time?"

"Anytime."

"No. I mean, so I don't catch you busy, or eating dinner."

Mechanically, Peter checked his watch. "Seven?"

"Seven."

A reassuring wink and a nod, and Peter shouted, "Okay, people! Back to work! Louise, back to posing! Come on, chop, chop!" He clapped his hands.

~

Jeremy walked over to his easel, a contented smile on his face. Seven, he repeated in his mind. Seven.