Art Project
9
Models
MY SESSION WITH DEE was as close to the opposite of my session with Susan as we could get. We went to Kendra’s room after our last class and she was dancing around like she had to go to the bathroom. I let Kendra get her ready while I had my back turned. Dee had taken off her bra and hid it so I wouldn’t see her underwear. Go figure. Then she’d pulled her T-shirt up over her right shoulder, but kept it pulled down over her left breast so tightly that it was still tucked into her jeans. When I turned around to face her, she was sitting in Kendra’s desk chair with a towel draped over her right shoulder and breast.
“I’m so nervous I might have to pee,” she said. “Can you hurry?”
“I’ll do several drawings,” I said. “I’m trying to get from a technical drawing to an artistic rendering. It takes a few tries. I hope I can get there in one sitting.”
“I might have to do this more than once?”
“It gets easier, honey,” Kendra said. “By the third time I sat for him, I just walked in the room and pulled my shirt off. I didn’t even bother putting it on for breaks. The first time was pretty exciting, though. Here, let me take your towel and just sit there with your hands in your lap. You can ignore Art. That was my problem the first time I sat with him. Well, that was part of the problem. You know I always wear long sleeves and pants, right? It was the first time in a year I’d taken my shirt off in front of anyone, which meant no one had seen my tats.”
“You have tattoos?”
“Yeah. I got carried away when I turned eighteen and got several, including one that kind of circles my right breast. See?” She pulled her shirt up and showed the tat to Dee. Dee was fascinated and seemed to have forgotten about me as I drew one picture after another. Kendra kept pulling articles of clothing aside to show Dee more tats. Dee’s nipple had started off looking painfully hard. I knew quite a lot about stiffening of the nipple and how the sulci stretched to accommodate it and to expose more nerves, but I’d never seen a nipple that truly looked rock hard. As Kendra kept talking and kept Dee distracted, the nipple relaxed a little.
“Of course, the other thing about the first time was the excitement. I mean, in our society, girls don’t just show boys their nipples unless they expect some attention paid to them. What I didn’t realize was that Arthur would pay attention to them, he just wouldn’t touch them,” Kendra said. I saw Dee’s nipples hardening again. “When Arthur’s drawing, he pays more attention to my nipples than I can pay to myself when I’m masturbating.” Dee giggled at Kendra’s words and shifted in her seat. I saw her glance over at me as I shifted to her front and leaned in to sketch from a different angle. “How often does a guy just spend time examining and appreciating a girl’s nipples? And you can tell from his drawing that he is really paying attention. I discovered things about my own nipples that I never knew before.” Dee’s fat nipples were hard again and the left one seemed to strain against the fabric covering it. The word ‘engorged’ flashed across my mind. Kendra just kept talking, sometimes pointing things out to Dee and using her own nipples as an example. “My nipples always stick out a little, you know? I know some girls have nipples that just go completely flat, but mine always stick out.”
“Mine are like that. They’re so sensitive that even putting on a bra makes them hard,” Dee said. “If I touch them, they get like rocks.” Dee seemed to completely forget that I was there as she reached up and pinched her nipple, causing it to bloom even further.
“That’s exactly what I mean!” Kendra said. She pinched her own nipple, too. “And then when you realize that Art is right there watching your nipple get harder, it gets harder still. I don’t know about you, but when my nipples get hard, I get wet, too. So, I’m sitting there with my shirt off, almost more embarrassed about showing my tattoos than my nipples, in front of a boy and—even though he will say he’s not a boy, he’s an artist—I can’t help but look at him and know that this is a male who could do serious things to my libido, and he is seriously studying my right tit. I begin to think that I can actually feel him touching them with his eyes. And the more I imagine what it would be like if he was really touching them, the wetter I’m getting. I glanced down and could see a dark patch on my jeans between my legs where I was leaking. I was so embarrassed that I was sure he could smell me. I had to ask for a break so I could go jill myself off.”
“Yes!” Dee yelled. “I need a break, please.” She pulled her T-shirt down and ran out of the room to the bathrooms. Kendra started laughing.
“Did you get what you need or do you need us to keep going?”
“You are still a scary girl,” I said. “I have all I can take for today.”
“Yeah, I see. You better take that thing home for Annette and Morgan or I’ll be tempted to take care of it myself.” I snatched up my bag in front of me just before Dee came back through the door.
“Are we done?” she asked when she saw the bag held in front of me.
“Yeah,” I said. “Thank you, Dee.”
“Um… It was no problem. Really. If um… you want, I could come back for another sitting. You know. If you need more time.”
“Thank you. I’ll look over all the sketches tonight and let you know tomorrow. See you, Kendra!” I headed out.
By class time on Thursday, most of the campus had settled to a normal pace. We’d had two days of snow that left us wading through six inches as we moved from building to building and that always changes the way people move and act. I don’t just mean the occasional snowball fight or guys pulling girls around on big sheets of corrugated cardboard. Something about the blanket of white made things quieter on campus. After I left Dee and Kendra on Wednesday afternoon, I’d paused on the way to meet Annette after her late class to just draw the winter.
That probably sounds dumb. Words! It seems like when I want to use words to describe something, they run and hide from me. I stopped to look at snow drifted between the library and the gallery annex. It was caught between the two buildings and created little ripples until it mounded up against one building or the other. It was like drapery laid across the plaza. In the early evening light, it was a dreamscape.
The class was buzzing when I walked in and Dee was the central focus.
“Kendra just talked to me through the whole thing,” Dee was explaining. “I was so embarrassed that I was going to uncover my breast in front of a boy that I was doing all kinds of crazy things.”
“Like what?” Jim asked.
“Well, instead of taking my shirt off, I managed to get my bra off and then lift my shirt so just my right breast showed. But that wasn’t enough for my modesty. Oh, no! I had to drape a towel over it all until the second Art was in place and then lift it off. That was when Kendra started talking to me about her first experience and then… showing me why she was more embarrassed than I was. And she talked about… I’m not going to spoil it for anyone else, but I would do it all again in a second. In fact, I hope Art needs to have another sitting. Or two. Or ten.”
“Wow! You were so nervous yesterday, I didn’t think you’d go through with it,” Rachel said. “In fact, I was sort of hoping you’d chicken out and then I could because it wouldn’t just be me. Now I’m sitting here with my nipples aching instead of my hands shaking.”
“You know I’m going to have that visual image in my mind all day,” Jonathan said.
“Yes, me, too,” Prof Leitner said from the doorway. “Let’s continue our discussion about friendship and you can return to the modeling discussion after class.” We got ourselves turned in our seats and I put my sketchbook in front of me so I could sketch during class. I was a little distracted because my hand kept wanting to sketch snow or drapery around each picture. I noted the topic and started to draw. “Which of you can tell us a little about your first friend? Who was it? How did you become friends? Are you still friends? Who’ll start?”
I raised my hand and the class fell silent.
“Arthur?” Prof Leitner said. I think he was as surprised as I was. “Can you tell us about your first friend?” I nodded.
“Learned a lot about… uh… friends this week. Rob. He had the locker next to mine when we were… seniors. I wasn’t very good at finding… things… classrooms. He just walked with me to my first class and was my lab partner. I… didn’t understand… friends. Only my sister before that. And our girlfriend. I got jealous ’cause I thought he was stealing my girlfriend. He was just being a friend. We even… uh… double-dated a few times. I miss him.”
The class was quiet. I could see they wanted to ask questions, but I realized how much I missed him, even with the new friends I’d made.
“Where is your friend Rob now?” Prof Leitner asked.
“Followed his girlfriend to college in Timbuktu,” I said. The class laughed and I had a sudden inspiration. Kendra sat between Les and me. I reached over and took her hand and she jerked toward me to see what I wanted. “You are my second friend, Kendra. Ever.”
Dee practically begged me to do another sitting that afternoon. Well, I didn’t really mind. She was a little bigger than any of my other models and her breasts sagged a bit, but her nipples still pointed up. And they’d been very hard the last time we did this.
When we got to Kendra’s room, I expected a repeat of the previous day with Kendra talking and keeping Dee calm. The room was quiet and when I turned around, Dee was sitting in the chair with her shirt off and just her bra covering her breasts. She looked at me and met my eyes, then she shakily reached behind her and released the catch of her bra, letting it slide down her arms and onto her lap. I returned her shy smile.
“That does make it a lot easier on me,” I said. “Could you turn just a bit to your right so I can draw from this side?” She turned and I simply started drawing as I watched her nipple expand and harden as I drew.
“Kendra, I didn’t believe you when you said it was easier the second time,” Dee said. “I can imagine that after three or four times I could just walk in and strip without even thinking about it.” The girls were off and talking and pretty much ignoring me from that point.
It was great that she came back because I noticed things that I’d missed the first time. I’d been so intent on capturing the roundness and expansion of her nipple on Wednesday that I’d ignored other details about her breast. In addition to being bigger than any of the other girls I’d drawn, there were fine hairs scattered over her breast and, when I paused to observe, over her whole torso. They were very light and thin, but evenly spread everywhere right up to the areola. There were no hairs from the point where the color started to change inward. The hair gradually became denser below her navel before it disappeared beneath her belt. I couldn’t help but think she would be nice to pet.
The upper part of her areola wrinkled, but the lower part was smooth and taut. I realized it was the weight of her breast that pulled the bottom of it down, compressing the top back toward her chest. That was why her nipples pointed up. I wished I could lift them to feel the weight so I’d understand it better. Annette and Morgan would get felt up a lot tonight, even though they weren’t as big. And Susan.
Hmm. We were going to meet on Sunday and Zen was going to video me posing her. She said it would take a while to edit the piece together and we might have to repeat some things so she could get better light or angles. But it had been made pretty clear to me that I should be… physical with Susan while I was posing her. I’d be thinking about how the weight of her breasts compared to the weight of Annette and Morgan’s breasts. Weight was the key to the shape of Dee’s breast.
“How often can you fit me into your schedule to pose?” Dee asked. I looked up at her face for the first time since we started.
“You want to do it again?”
“I’m discovering things about myself,” she said. “Last night, I must have stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom for half an hour looking at my breasts. I kept trying to imagine what you see when you look.” I turned my most recent sketch to face her. It was a view looking across her meridian to the inside of her breast. “Wow. I have to tell you, that’s um… a lot nicer than what I see when I look in the mirror. I’d like to pose for other body parts if you decide to do more. Just so I can see myself take shape through your eyes.”
I couldn’t draw all weekend. I had homework and reading to do just like everyone else. We were still in the survey portion of the Painting class where we were introduced to the differences among watercolor, gouache, pastel, oil, and acrylic. Of course, there are other media, but those are the major ones that they use for the Intro to Painting class. My advantage was that I could do the gouache/watercolor comparison paintings at home instead of in the college studio. Students who weren’t actually into painting didn’t have the materials and used the ones supplied in the college studio. I helped Kendra with her project in my studio and loaned her the materials.
Friday afternoon, when I didn’t have classes, Mavis came over. Kendra and Morgan worked together to do some modeling of the aura in clay. They had some interesting comments.
“Remember Susan was all self-contained in her aura until Zen came over?” Morgan said. “And you, Miss I’m-just-a-friend. The aura around your nipples was trying to get into Art’s mouth.” Kendra blushed.
“It turned me on!”
“It turned Susan on, too. But the thing was that with Mavis, there was a definite connection, but it wasn’t sexual. The—I think I’ve decided to call it the blossom—the blossom of her aura came from her eyes when she looked at Art.”
“Should I do something?” I asked. I was a little panicked. I got turned on as soon as Mavis took her shirt off. I got myself under control as I started focusing on drawing, but that was the first nipple I’d seen other than Annette’s and Morgan’s that I wanted to lean forward and suck.
“You’re doing fine, Pen,” Fay said. “We’re pushing you to expand your repertoire and to draw more models. I can’t imagine any guy, including any artist and possible gay men, too, who wouldn’t have responded to Mavis’s breast. My god! It was perfect. It’s possible that no one has observed the differences in auras before, let alone attempting to document them in 3-D.”
Mavis had left with a schedule to have another sitting next week.
On Saturday, Jim came over for a couple of hours. That was something. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be more embarrassed about taking off his shirt than Dee had been. I drew about 30 sketches of his right nipple and when he got his shirt on his sigh of relief was audible to all four of us. He didn’t volunteer for another sitting.
Sunday, Zen and Susan came to the studio and we worked the entire afternoon to tape what Zen said would be about ten minutes of video when she was done editing. Yeah, I got to feel up Susan, repeatedly, but we had so much stopping and starting that I never did get to draw anything. Susan tracked Zen with her eyes the entire time I was posing her and I still don’t think she got turned on at all. It took us four hours and Zen wasn’t particularly happy with what she’d captured.
“We’ll see,” she said. “With music and some transition effects I might get ten minutes out of it. But keeping Art’s face out of the picture was difficult and there just didn’t seem to be any magic. I know there are a couple fans who will buy it and fap, but I don’t think it will be a big seller. I’m going to do some more thinking before we try to do this live. I want it to get us lots of tips. It has to be better than this.”
Monday’s Liberal Arts Seminar was different than any class I’ve ever taken. Prof Leitner was all over it but, of course, the discussion started before he ever got to the room. It wasn’t unusual for him to show up ten minutes late and just slide into a conversation the class was having.
“I don’t know how you girls stand it,” Jim said.
“We’re used to being objectified,” Mavis said. “Taking my shirt off in front of a guy is usually an invitation to fuck. So, I would never consider it unless I’m really fucking horny. But with Art… I guess we knew what the parameters were and where the boundaries were set.”
“I understand that,” Jim said. “But it was deeper than that. There’s no stigma or sexual invitation implied when a guy takes his shirt off. We do it all the time in gym or during the summer. But taking it off in front of Art and his girlfriends… and Kendra… had to be the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done. A part of my body that I just never even consider was suddenly the focal point for the room. And I realized that you girls put up with that every day.”
“We’re always aware that boys are trying to get a look at our tits. Even my tiny ones. Or anything else we’re willing to show,” Casey said.
“Which makes me a pig,” Jim continued. “You talked about being objectified. I admit that I’ve done that. Every girl I meet, I check out her boobs. I sit in positions in the class where there’s a chance that I’ll be the lucky one who sees Susan’s shirt gap open and I’ll see her boobs. Leonard’s are about the same size, but if he took his shirt off, I’d never even glance at his nips. And when suddenly mine were on display, not only to Arthur but to his two girlfriends and Kendra, I was embarrassed. There was nothing sexual about it, but I had a sexual response and then I realized that we put you through that every time we see you. How do you stand it?”
“A sexual response? You got an erection when Art was drawing you?” Rachel asked.
“Well, yeah. It wasn’t about Art, but the embarrassment of having my nipple be the focus of everyone’s attention.”
“Boys always get a hard-on when they’re embarrassed,” Kendra said. “We all knew it was there and mostly ignored it. I say mostly, because we’re a little bit piggy, too, and wanted to check out what you have.” The class laughed. Jim really blushed.
“What we’re seeing here is a new awareness about how we relate to other people,” Prof Leitner said. “And not just people who match our sexual preference. There are physical responses to stimuli. Some of those physical responses trigger emotional responses. Those emotional responses may negate or even intensify the physical response. Without getting into human sexual response, let’s talk a little about what this epiphany means in the context of how we treat friends.”
School is school is school. I had papers due for our writing class, paintings for the painting class, and was enjoying sticking my hands in the clay in Intro to Sculpture. Kendra was right about the feel of the squishy wet and warm substance between my fingers. It reminded me of… something.
We were all surprised to realize that by spring break everyone in Liberal Arts Seminar had delivered a speech, including me. I didn’t have trouble just talking to my friends most of the time unless there was a lot of pressure. It turned out that Prof Leitner got us to deliver our speeches as a natural progression from the classroom discussions. It wasn’t like giving a speech at all, and certainly not like what Mrs. Reynolds tried to force us into.
Besides, by that time I’d already seen all my classmates naked—or at least topless. Getting relaxed by imagining my audience naked was easy.
The models that surprised me were Casey and Leonard. They came to the studio together one Saturday. They seemed very nervous.
“Who’s first?” Annette asked after everyone had been introduced. Casey raised her hand and dropped her eyes. “I know it’s embarrassing the first time, but you’ll forget all about Art while we’re talking. Do you plan to wait, Leonard? It takes a couple of hours for the first sitting. You can feel free to watch TV or read. Or you can leave and come back later.”
“No. I’ll watch,” Leonard said. Casey was blushing brightly. “It’s not that we don’t trust you,” he continued when Annette started to reassure him. “We agreed that we wanted to do it this way. In fact, I promised that I’d be topless as long as she was. It’s a little embarrassing for both of us. But we don’t have to suffer alone.”
Both my classmates were a little strange. Like I’m one to talk. Leonard was a bit overweight. He’d joked about having bigger tits than some of the girls in class. That was certainly true when compared to Casey. I thought Casey was hot, but not in the normal kind of way. She had fly-away red hair and freckles. It wasn’t just that her boobs were little, she was skinny all over. If I had to guess, I’d say about ninety pounds soaking wet. She looked like a 14-year-old until you looked into her green eyes. Then you saw how much of an act she was putting on to capitalize on her girlish looks. She usually wore short skirts that showed off her skinny legs, and often pulled her wild hair back in pigtails tied with a ribbon. Leonard weighed nearly three times what she did, but wasn’t much taller. They usually sat next to each other in class, but not always. I wondered if they were dating and this was getting them to the next step.
“You know it isn’t really about sexuality,” Morgan explained. “Annette usually sits and talks to the model while Art draws. Kendra and I are working on a different project with clay on the side of the room. That being said, the first time a person poses, embarrassment and nudity often trigger a sexual response. If you are certain you want to experience this together, then it’s okay. Just understand that we are seriously trying to get Art’s project completed. And Kendra’s.”
“We understand,” Leonard said. “We have our own agenda, but we won’t disrupt yours. Okay?”
“Casey, will you come with me for a minute?” I said. I didn’t wait for an answer but just walked into the next room. I turned and she’d followed close behind me. “Are you being co… coer… forced?” I asked. Her mouth dropped open.
“Oh! Oh, no, Arthur. Oh, god! I didn’t realize what it looks like. No. Leonard is not coercing me, nor am I forcing him,” she said. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. “I can’t believe you. You are so shy and quiet, yet you took the time to make sure I was okay. I hope I can be as caring as you are some day. We really want to do this. We have an idea for a pose that we think you’ll like, but let’s get started so nobody chickens out. Okay?”
“Okay. Just wanted to make sure you were safe.”
“I am.” She kissed me on the cheek and took my hand to lead me back into the room with the others. “We’re ready,” she said.
I’ve never been interested in girls’ underwear—only in what it contained. But I guess I missed a whole education about stuff guys are supposed to know. Like bra sizes. I don’t know where they are measured or how they figure out the size of the cups. A? B? EEE? No idea. But Casey’s little tits were tiny. There was a soft swelling on her chest with pointy little cones on top. I hadn’t seen and drawn a nipple quite like that one before.
When Casey took off her shirt and camisole, Leonard pulled his shirt and T-shirt off as well. He sat calmly near where Kendra and Morgan were working. I was vaguely aware that they were looking at each other periodically during the drawing, but there was nothing distracting. When I drew Leonard, I was going to have to use a sturdier chair rather than the stool I usually perched my models on.
When we took a break, everyone wanted to see the drawings.
“We’ve been conspiring,” Leonard said. “Not against you, but for you. We’ve listened to everyone else’s experiences modeling and came up with an idea we’d like to run by you. It’s why Casey and I are here together.”
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
“Remember when I stupidly bragged that I’d put my little titties up against Leonard’s any time?” Casey giggled. “Well… we did some experimenting. We thought maybe you could draw them together.”
“Won’t that kind of squash things?” I knew what it meant if Annette and Morgan and I had our nipples up against each other.
“We came up with a pose. If you don’t like it, no problem. We just thought it would be fun.” He pulled his chair over and pushed the stool aside. It was lower and his feet were flat on the floor. I’d have to change my angle, but I figured on that anyway. When he was settled and stable, Casey sat on his lap. They wiggled around a while, but when they finished, Casey had her right arm up on his shoulder and her side wedged against Leonard’s breastbone. It put their right nipples at the same height and just far enough apart so the shape wasn’t affected by the pressure.
I loved the pose and started to sketch immediately while Annette chatted with the two. Turned out that after her rash statement in class, Casey and Leonard had slowly started dating and discovered they had a lot in common. I’d always thought Leonard was a kind of funny guy in class and never seemed to be offended when someone mentioned his weight. More often than not, if the subject came up at all, he was the one to talk about it.
Leonard had the biggest boobs of any of the men in the class—the only ones that could be called boobs. As I was sketching, I noticed that they hung on his chest differently than a woman’s do. His areola was large and flat compared to Casey’s little cones. And his nipple was so small it was hard to define from the pink flesh around it. By comparison, Casey’s nipples looked like a volcano exploding. The little cones were topped with small but prominent points.
As I drew, I also became aware that the two had relaxed. Casey’s head leaned back against Leonard’s left shoulder and her right hand that had been flopping in the air had curled so it was softly stroking his hair. Her lips were just at his cheek.
I shifted my perspective a little and began to draw, this time capturing the whole scene. Leonard’s left hand was on Casey’s stomach, his right hand pulled back slightly to keep from obstructing the view of the breasts. The whole scene was so sweet and romantic that I spent most of the session drawing that instead of focused on just the nipples for the project.
It would make a beautiful painting.
Spring break was when we decided to do our big project with Zen and Susan. The video she shot turned out okay, but Zen felt that the process had a bad effect on the sensuality. She felt the live performance would be much more profitable and would have three cameras in fixed positions to record it without having to stop and start and repeat. We visited her home where she did her cam work a few times. It was beautiful.
“I’m successful as a cam model,” Zen said. “I’ve got a nice home that I’ve set up so I can do chats from different parts of the house and not always be in the same setting. I’m renting this house, so I have to be careful about what modifications I make. By the time Susan is out of college, though, I will have saved enough for us to buy a place wherever we want to go. She can write and publish in her spare time while she tends to my every princessy need and makes sure I have at least three orgasms a day.”
Susan swatted Zen on the ass.
“Princess indeed. If your pussy didn’t taste like candy, it would never get licked,” Susan laughed.
“Hush! I’m trying to make an impression here!”
We decided on the main bedroom upstairs for our setting. It had French doors and heavy drapes, so we could start with a fading sunset in the background and then close the drapes to block the reflection from the windows as light faded. We modified the floor-to-ceiling drapery to include yards of silky fabric that I would use in the poses.
“You have to think of the draping as experimental,” Zen said. “You don’t have to keep her exposed and naked for the whole twenty minutes. Cover and uncover. And touch. I know that you are a professional when it comes to art and Susan practically had to beg you to touch her and move her around in your studio. But no one in the audience is an artist. It’s a bunch of horny guys—and girls—who want to imagine they are you with a helpless model who is putty in your hands. You might have to get up and refresh the pose occasionally while you are drawing, as well.”
“I’m sorry if I touch you inappropriately, Susan,” I said to my model. “Are you okay with this?”
“Oh, Art. You are so sweet. It’s my fantasy. You can touch me anyplace. I talked to Annette and Morgan and Zen, and they’ve all said okay. You can touch my breasts. You can touch my butt. Art, you can touch my wet pussy and torment me or make me come,” Susan said. “I’ll be helpless to resist the dark stranger.”
“That’s where we come in,” Annette said. “Susan and I have been working on the storyline as much as Morgan has been working with Zen on the marketing. She’ll be a doll you ordered from a catalog and just received. You will be masked so no one can tell who you are. You can treat her like a doll and just experiment with different poses. If you want to talk to her, you can, but don’t use her name.”
“Doll. Call me Doll or Dolly. And we’ll call you Sketch,” Susan said. “I don’t think we need names for Annette, Morgan, and Kendra.”
“Lady, Fay, and Gwen,” Morgan said pointing to each. Gwen? Kendra was part of the Arthur legend now?
“Oh. Okay.” Susan said. “You’ll all just be silent and not really referred to. Morgan and Kendra will be in a corner doing their thing and will never appear at all. Since Annette will be taking care of you while you are drawing, she’ll be just a shadow in something sexy moving around you. Also masked.”
“Taking care of me?”
“Rubbing your shoulders to keep the tension down. Whispering encouragement in your ear. Getting you water. Blow jobs. Whatever you need,” my Lady said as she rubbed my neck. I didn’t have any words for that.
“The blowjob might be necessary,” Zen said, “but I won’t put it on camera. As far as working with Susan is concerned, everything is on the table but your dick. Keep it in your pants except when Annette has it fished out to tend to.”
“I can’t… um… it’s… won’t…”
“Don’t worry, love. We’re talking extremes. You might not get turned on at all when you stick a finger in Susan’s juicy little twat and feed her the juices off your hand. But if you need a relief valve, I’ll be right next to you,” Annette said.
“We might all need relief by the time this is over,” Morgan said.
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