A few days after our last hangout, I went back to Olivia's house. We were sitting in her room when she suddenly looked up at me and said, "Jake, I have a question but it's kind of embarrassing."
"What is it?" I asked, puzzled.
"Well, we're studying old Roman statues in my art class and we have a group project to do that's focused on the human body. We can't carve statues of course, but we're supposed to turn in some sort of artistic representation of different parts of the body. I got the penis."
"What? You got the p***s?" I asked. "What does that mean?"
"We were all broken into groups, and everyone in each group was assigned a different body part. Mine is the p***s. We decided our representation will be paintings, which I pushed for because I know how to paint. But now I have to paint
