"Dustin, I'm so impressed," cooed the art teacher, "This laminated collage is so life like. I like the fact that you used real cloth to create the texture of a suit on the male. In fact, it's so good, I've entered it into the Art Auction tonight, it should get you instant publicity and at least $1000 when it sells."
"Wha--?"
"Class, I want you all to come over hear and note the detail of Dustin's composition. Feel free to touch it, it's laminated. He even put a slight bulge in the fabric under the male's crotch. Probably a balloon or piece of extra fabric. It gives the subject just that added dimension of realism."
"Ooh, it feels like the outline of flattened dick," says Melissa with a note of distaste.
"How would you know?" rudely asks Roger who's hand and eye lingers longer than most. "Good work, Dustin, I may let you do my portrait sometime."
Roger glances longfully over his shoulder, and plans to stop by the bank before the art auction tonight. He smiles imagining Ty mounted opposite his bed next to his basketball trophy, and licks his lips.
Melissa is thinking the same thoughts, except in her room he is mounted next to her poster of Eninem.
Dustin is trying to think of an excuse to keep Ty from going to auction, but he wonders how much Ty will sell for? More than $1000?
Under the laminate, Ty is aware of the fondling but is unable to focus on what is happening. The images seem to be moving at superspeed. Just blurs of color whiz by, but he can recognize the fixed image of the Art Room in the background.