Art class.

Ms Wilder a short 30 year old red head with thin wire blue tinted glasses is my art teacher. She likes me and always had a nice word for me in her class.

I wonder how my new life will change that, and if I'll keep my good grades in her class. I'm pretty good with a pencil, will my broken arms regain me all their previous dexterity?

"Laurie, Ernest do come in! Everyone is waiting for you for the unveiling." She tells us.

Behind her a whole wall is covered with a sheet. Most student elect to attend this class in swimsuit and shower afterwards as to not ruin their clothes for the day. Today they are skimpier than in you memories, some girls are even topless.

Ms wilder removes the sheet and show us a mural painting. Of me and Ernest.

A full facing view of me in my hospital bed my cast arms raised by pulleys, my leg spread, everything in view. Someone took a bunch of those close up pictures of my clit and put some everywhere on the wall.

"Everyone from each of my classes worked on it, your tragedy had the power to unite us behind a good cause." She tells us." I always wanted to do some human body drawing or painting in my classes but we don’t have the budget for hiring a model and no student ever volunteers. "

"You two are such beautiful young people and such a cute couple! As you can't participate due to you arms, would you mind behing the model for an extra credit on top of your good grade in my class "she asks me.

I think about it, naked pictures of me number more than the clothed ones. And I liked ms Wilder a lot.

"What do I have to do?" I asks.

"You two here without some stupid rules, we could make great art"she says grabing a bunch of tools and art supplies.

" I know, how about we just.....