Being naked in front of twenty-five people isn't as bad as it sounds. All those eyes staring at you.

In fact, I kinda dig it.

Especially when I'm getting paid for it.

I can hear their pencils scratch away at the paper, but I know "art" isn't on their minds.

I am.

Men. Women. It doesn't matter. Right now, they all want to be up here with me. Grooving to the moves that made me famous. My body moving in time with theirs...

Whoa! Better think of something else before I really give them something to draw.

The Knicks play the Celtics tonight. Man, I'd like to watch that.

I need a place to crash. A place with cable.

It shouldn't be too hard. Turn on the old Mike Orlando charm and score some free room and board...and a place to watch my Knicks.

Yeah, baby. I'm lookin' at you. You. The older one. The one that doesn't look like she's still living with Mommy and Daddy.

You're pretty hot. Nice eyes. Long hair. I like that in a woman.

I shift my legs open a little and drag my tongue over my teeth, never taking my eyes off her until class ends.

**********

When the bell sounds, I flex and stretch, tightening my stomach muscles before I put on my robe. She'll be there after that display, I tell myself. I catch the eye of a few of the students as they take a last quick at me and head out the door.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her pick up her purse.

Five...

In four seconds, she's gonna ask me for a drink.

Four...

And, after that drink, she's gonna ask me for something else.

Three...

And I'm gonna give it to her.

Two...

I turn around and my groin brushes a hand.

One.

It's not the girl.

"Hi. I'm Greg..."