Dedication to Art

[MidnightWalk]

Thomas Rosen
Age: 50
Height: 6'
Weight: 175
Hair: brown (goatee)
Eye: blue

Thomas stretched, looking up and down the street. Spring was coming, but not quite there yet. Still, it never hurt to get the winter cleanup started. He looked over at the pile of branches and dead plants he'd gathered. Yawning, he poked the rake at a small pile of leaves he'd obviously missed before the snows set in. This wasn't exactly the way he wanted to spend the day, but when you were a free-lance writer, these things happened. Especially when you stayed up too late finishing an article and didn't even get up until 10. That meant after-lunch yard work was mandatory.

And this is when he had time. His wife Barbara was at work, pulling a long shift today at the hospital, and likely enough, a double. They'd been short handed over there for a while. And while the overtime was nice, it left him by himself even longer. Added to that was Shelby being full time in college. Granted, it was the local college and she still lived at home, but she was taking a very heavy load of classes and didn't get home for dinner very often. Still, it was nice that everyone was engaged.

Thomas sighed and shook his head. Seriously, much more woolgathering and he'd have to commit himself to the old folks home. Chuckling, Thomas got ahold of the leaves with his rake, dragging them over to his pile of yard clutter. Pulling it all into a neat pile, he had his back to the street when he heard a car pull up, parking on the street, rather in any of the driveways. Straightening the pile of refuse next to the trash can, he turned his head to look over his shoulder.

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra was hopelessly lost. She had arranged to pick up the model for her art class, but had ended up in a part of a neighbourhood that she was completely unfamiliar with. And she had thirty minutes to get back to class before her professor and the rest of her nine classmates was going to chastise her for screwing this up. The GPS wasn't working (or she couldn't quite figure out how to operate it), and time was running out.

She stopped the car, and looking out along the neighbourhood streets, saw noone except for this middle-age man out beside the trash. He looked friendly enough. Sierra opened the door, and walked towards the man, in a bit of a hurry.

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"Hello there," she called out to him, and waited for him to acknowledge her greeting even as she continued towards him.

"I'm terribly lost and I was hoping you could point me towards this address," she asked as she took out a piece of folded paper.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Thomas saw a very shapely young woman climbing out of the car and hurrying toward him. Setting the rake up against the trash can, he moved to meet her at the front gate. As he approached the gate, he took in her massive bosom and curvy hips. Gorgeous mane of hair, as well. Even more impressive was the near transparency of her top, clearly showing the frilly bra underneath. Then he mentally chastised himself: "Stop it, Thomas, she's Shelby's age."

Reaching the gate, he placed his hands on it, leaning. As she showed him the address, he frowned. "Well, that's a easy one." He pointed behind himself to his own house. "That's my address. What can I do for you?"

 

[sierrahughes]

"That's my address. What can I do for you?"

Sierra found herself smiling widely, glad that she had not made a wasted trip, and that she had a good chance of making it back to class on time. And then the next question struck her - was he the model?

"Hang on, so you are Thomas?" Sierra looked down at the piece of paper with a name and address scribbled on it. Her professor hadn't mentioned that the model was, well, of some age.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Thomas nodded, slowly, wondering what this young woman was doing with his name and address.

"That's right. What can I do for you?"

 

[sierrahughes]

"That's right. What can I do for you?"

"You have no idea how huge a relief this is! Then you are ready to go?" Sierra asked, as she pushed her hair out of her face, to tuck some of it behind her ear. Sierra was already sizing him up in her mind, thinking of how she would do this portrait. While she could tell that he was middle-aged, he looked very well-maintained. Or at least, he didn't show much of the wrinkles on his face that would have given her a really hard time.

But as he looked back at her, somewhat blankly, her heart began to sink.

"Thomas, you did sign up to be a nude model at an art class? In my college?" Sierra asked.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Thomas frowned. "A nude model? I don't believe I did." He reached up to scratch his chin thoughtfully. "Doesn't seem like the kind of thing I would do, honestly." He gazed at the shapely young woman in front of him. His mind raced, wondering just what exactly was going on. Briefly, the idea of posing for this young woman had some appeal, though he knew it was something his wife likely wouldn't approve of, and could prove rather embarrassing. Looking at this girl as she drew or painted him, Thomas knew for certain that he'd never be able to suppress an erection. A new thought hit him.

"I wonder.... No, couldn't." He saw confusion in the young woman's eyes. "My daughter, Shelby, goes to the college. She brought home a bunch of papers, some of which needed my signature. I wonder if one of her...personal...forms got mixed in with the rest. I'll be honest, I was filling out forms and signing stuff for over an hour. I might have signed anything. It might have been her modeling form that I accidentally filled out."

 

[sierrahughes]

"Wait, did you say Shelby? As in Shelby Rosen? I know her!" Sierra exclaimed, somehow finding time in the midst of this confusion to be pleasantly surprised. But the moment passed quickly, as she realised that she was still in a fix. She still needed a nude model.

She gave Thomas a second look over, and cringed a little. She had just pictured her good friend's father naked. And Thomas caught that look of hers. And yet, he didn't seem to be completely put off by it.

"Mr Rosen, this might sound crazy...but would you mind? To be the nude model for my class for just this time?" Sierra asked.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Thomas was startled for a second, then he began to chuckle. "You know, young lady, you haven't even told me your name and you're asking me to take my clothes off in front of your class. You can't tell me that doesn't sound just a bit funny to you." He shook his head. "If the roles were reversed, you'd be calling the cops just about now. And here I am feeling a bit flattered. Less that you seem to be desperate, but at least you made the offer."

His mind raced as he found himself considering it, surprised that he was considering it. After all, it was a classroom setting and it was taking his clothes off for strangers, not like stripping down in front of the neighbors or something. He'd never see those college students again. It bore thinking about. Which brought him back to the attractive brunette in front of him. He may not know this girl, but she seemed to know Shelby and she seemed rather desperate. Well, obviously desperate if she asked him, he mused.

 

[sierrahughes]

Sierra blushed. Mr Rosen made plenty of sense, and she had been far too flustered to have thought this through coherently. Even at this juncture, she was merely thinking of how to get to class on time, with a model.

"Sierra. Sierra Hughes," Sierra said, extending her hand out in a handshake.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Thomas took Sierra's warm hand in his, squeezing it. "A pleasure, Miss Hughes." He smiled at the young woman as he said it, eyes flicking over her assets again.

"I really don't know how I could help you. I've never modeled before, and I suspect that the intent was for Shelby to be the model. I can't even get ahold of her just now as she's in class. She takes it very seriously, even turning her phone off in class." He shrugged.

"I'm nto sure I could be of any help." Though by now, he sounded just a bit less sure of that statement.