"Naked ladies?"
She grinned at me. "Yeah. Botticelli's 'Birth of Venus,' Renoir's 'Bathers'. It was, well, eye opening. And none of them were skinny. Well, I took that book home. It was the closest thing to porn I'd ever actually held in my hands, and I sort of learned to masturbate with it. And then I started fantasizing about my Social Studies teacher, Mrs. Pullins."
"Was she, um?"
"A bigger lady? Yeah. But she always wore these really pretty dresses and her hair and makeup were always perfect. I'd imagine she'd ask me to stay after class to help her with something, and then I'd offer to rub her shoulders because she looked tired, and, well, you can use your imagination after that."
"Nothing ever happened, did it?"
"Oh, god, no. She was married with kids. I didn't actually date unti
