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Peggy had taken long walks before but the relatively short walk between the dressing area and the dais seemed like the longest walk she had ever taken in her life.

Once she stood on the dais, she took off her robe, folded it and placed it on the dais so that it was right behind her.

Too late she realized the view that she just had given the class.

Too late she realized that was hardly the last such view she was likely to give them before her session was over.

The art teacher told her how to pose and for the most part, they were relatively modest poses -- or at least they were as modest as she could hope for.

But it didn't seem to matter. If she faced the class, half the men would stare hungrily at her bosom and -- well -- other parts. If she faced away from the class, she could imagine them staring at her backside with equal hunger.

Fortunately for her, the art teacher was kind but firm. Every ten minutes, he would let her take a break from posing and more than a few times he asked her to pose in a reclining position so that she did not have to stand up.

Halfway through the class, she suddenly realized that the men in the class were all drawing sketches of her and that she was likely to end up being immortalized on canvas. True, none of these men were professional artists and it's quite likely that no one ever hear of them. But it seemed equally quite likely that some day soon, a nude portrait of her would end up in a local museum where her nude form would be gawked at by tourists. Maybe even a not so local museum. Or perhaps an English museum...

Oh god.

Well, she thought. The worst has happened and the entire class has seen her naked. Not only that but they had also drawn pictures of her while she was naked.

Surely things can't get worse than that.

Then the classroom door opened.

"Sorry I'm late, professor," said a familiar voice. "But you know how local traffic is."

"Nonsense, Miss Underwood," said the art teacher. "I'm glad you were able to make it."

"Did you save a seat for me up front?"

The teacher smiled. "Do you really have to ask, Miss Underwood? I always reserve a special seat for my favorite student."

"Good," said the woman Peggy once knew as Dottie Underwood. "Because I heard you were getting a new life model today and I'm just dying to meet her."