We were squished together like sardines in a can. The band started playing and the crowd started getting wild and we all started getting more and more... squished together. After a while I noticed I was the only female this close to the stage. I was surrounded by men or should I say teenagers between ages of 16 and 25. My husband was standing beside me, he had had a few to many drinks before the concert so he was pretty much out of it. The guy behind me was so squished up against me he had his. "I'm Chloe Krieger, and I'd like to ask you something." Sure, I'm Noah Taylor, nice to meet you." Um, I was wondering if you do any, like, private modeling? Like you do for class but for private sessions?" I haven't but I've really just started doing this, I've never really modeled before." Do you think you would? There's four of us in the class that would like to do more drawing of you if you would? We'd pay you forty dollars an hour?"Like most college students, the money would be most welcome. The next morning Emily was waiting for me in the parking lot. When I got out of my car she ran over to me and gave me a huge hug. I could feel her pressing her whole body against me. As she pulled away she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You didn’t have to leave me such a big tip that wasn’t why I asked you to the bar.” “I know but, I’m sure the money would get better use with you than me.” She hugged me again and we then walked in to work and went our separate ways. During that day I don’t know. Once I was comfortable I could chat up almost anyone, but for some reason, even now, at 42 I got tongue tied and nervous around pretty women, especially the younger ones. I would see the local college girls often on my walks around town and I wished somehow I could get one. I didnt want a whore, though I did turn there for a while. I usually went off Craigslist, and then Backpage because it seemed to be the only place young ladies could be found. While I am decently handsome, I have never been.