"Good afternoon, class. Sorry about yesterday. But, uh, we should just move on to the next assignment. Pointillism had it's moment in time but let's move on to surrealist artists. Pick a piece that speaks to you and try to recreate it in anyway you want: mixed media, pencil, charcoal, watercolors, paint, whatever you want." He clapped his hands together. "You'll see prints around the room. Pick one, doesn't matter if someone else is doing the same one. Write a short paragraph on why to go along with your recreations. Okay, got it? Good. Get to work."
He was leaning on his desk next to my desk, giving me a perfect view of his crotch. I really needed to stop staring. I didn't even listen to what he had just told the class our next project was. Just being so close, feeling heat come off of h
