This thought really captured my imagination of what I appreciated in my partner, Jen was no façade, she wasn’t there as a show piece. Her body was ...for her, to do the things she wanted to do. As her hands pushed my shirt open I realised I deeply respected her as a person and I wanted more than just sex from her. I wanted everything, I wanted a relationship with her. ‘Jesus, but I wanted to get my hands on your chest for so long.’ Jen said, brining my thoughts back to the situation at hand. I. " She looked down at herself and laughs. "oh, I guess you are right." She takes off her gloves and hat, and I open a closet that is against the left wall when facing the door. She hands me her hat and gloves and I put them on the shelf above the hangers and pull out a hanger for Melody's coat. I turn back towards her and once again, I am awe struck by her beauty. She is wearing a red velvet sweater over a white turtle neck and dark blue or maybe they are black jeans.I grin at her and say. I gave it, Doc said thank you, and called on the next student. Then I sat there and listened to eight more presentations before my last Fundamentals class was mercifully over. I handed in my Art Orientation paper and went to face my portfolio review committee.You would think that by the time I got this far the portfolio review would be a breeze. Doc Henredon did a lot of nodding his head and saying, “Good.” Abe Ardmore picked at every page of my portfolio. I swear, he even asked about my choice. ”“Say what you want. Nobody’s gonna recognise us.”It was true. A lot of the guests were from outside of the company; corporate donors, models, fashion photographers and well-placed journalists. Of course, most of the directors were there, as well as a handful of in-house designers and writers. We were the least qualified but who knew? I adjusted my mask. My heart was beating a little faster than usual. I imagined another year of working for Carly; taking the blame for mistakes I’d had no part.