Greg was in the class and had said, "We always need models. It's difficult to find models
with the right look. Most people who want to model are old and out of shape. It can be
difficult to learn about the musculature when it's covered in mounds of fat."
Ron had said, "But I'm not in that great of shape myself. Yea, I made the swim team but
barely. I think I've reached my limit."
Greg had said, "That's okay. You want a better build for swimming, I can help with that.
Just model for this class and I'll help you swim better."
Now Ron was at the door to the studio remembering that previous conversation. He was
nervous. Yea, his buddies had seen him naked in the locker room. He'd even streaked a few
times on a dare. But this would be a whole new level as people would be looking at him
for hours. But he'd come this far. He might as well go all the way or he'd have to explain to
Greg why he'd chickened out. Then Greg might not help him become a better swimmer.
Ron knocks on the door. Ron had previously asked why the class was not held in a
classroom and Greg had said that this was not part of the normal curriculum. The art
students in the class were ambitious to become master artists and wanted more thorough
instruction than the college curriculum offered.
Mr. Pearson answered the door. There were five students already there.
Ron asked, "Is this everyone?"
Mr. Pearson answered, "I don't know. Sometimes we have larger crowds but they are usually
here earlier than this setting up and warming up. Why? I heard you would be nervous. Are
you wishing there was a larger crowd."
Ron said, "No, but they're all guys. Makes me wonder what kind of class this is."
Mr. Pearson explained, "Don't worry. . .