Chapter 177: 176 Art Class

Arnold stayed up all night modelling the rat. He took exact measurements and made sure that it was as accurate as possible. He wanted to reproduce the creature and make a digital version of it, not just a representation. It was the one thing that he didn't like about the other models he had found. No one spent the time to make it look like what it was supposed to look like.

Of course, this was his very first model and he only concentrated on making the organs outer surfaces and everything else that could be seen and not what was inside of them and their structures. He knew that he could export each piece as a separate file when he was done. He could work on them individually when he wanted, like adding the valves of the heart and the membranes in the lungs.

You wouldn't be able to see them, though. He would have to make them into two models and split them to view the inside. The more he worked on it, the more work he found to do on them. Unfortunately, he had to settle on just the initial visual work and left it at that.

Arnold went to the bathroom and the smell had dissipated, so he didn't have to spray the air again. He took a shower and dressed for his college classes, the first of which was his relaxing class in the Liberal Arts building with Janet and Pam. He picked up his school backpack, left his room and went to theirs, knocked, and went inside. They were already up and the three of them shared breakfast and left to go to class.

“Hey, guys!” Heather said as the three of them approached the classroom. “You're not going to believe what happened!”

“My horse's legs fell off.” Pam said with a laugh.

“Your horse's legs fell off! Ha ha!” Heather laughed and waved at the large cooking tray that their projects were on. “The tail and the head are fine, though.”

“I'm not sure how that happened.” Pam poked the pieces. “I put them on the same way.”

“There was more clay to adhere to the main body.” Arnold said and picked up his cube. The solid mass of clay was heavy and also cured. The corners had retained their sharpness as well.

“What's my snake look like?” Another girl asked as she came into the room.

“Slick and slithery.” Heather said and moved over for her.

“That's great!” The girl said and picked up the half-coiled snake that looked like it was about to strike. “I was worried the fangs wouldn't stay.”

“It weel paint up nicely.” A french woman said as she came into the room. She wore a loose smock and black tights. Her long brown hair was mostly done up in a bun at the back of her head. “They all weel.”

“Is it fair for me to paint bloody stumps on my horse?” Pam asked and Janet and Heather laughed.

“I am sure we can think of something to save your creation.” Miss Josephine said.

“Just use a small slab of clay as a muddy field. Place the legs into it a little to hold them steady, and the body can be attached to them with more clay after painting them. When it's fired again to settle the paint, it will also cure the new clay and hold it together.” Arnold said.

“Oh, Arnold!” Pam said and gave him a hug and a kiss. “What a great idea!”

“Veery good, Mister Strickland.” Miss Josephine said. “That would be an excellent solution.”

Two more students came in and retrieved their items and they all sat down at their desks to work on them. Miss Josephine monitored them and casually touched them as she passed. An arm holding here, a shoulder rub there, until she came to Arnold. She saw him using a dull grey paint to paint his cube and she had to ask him what he was doing.

“Arnold, why are you using such a bland color? I expected something like a different color on each side.” Miss Josephine said, in reference to a popular children's toy, and she slid her arms around his waist from behind and rested her chin on his shoulder to look from his perspective.

“Do you want me to do that?” Arnold asked.

“No, I am just curious of your choice of color.” Miss Josephine said. “Does the grey make you feel anything? Is the grey what you are feeling? Are you feeling anything as you work?”

“Grey is neutral. Neither good nor bad. It doesn't create emotions in people or squash emotions.” Arnold said, quoting from the class book. He turned his head and put his lips by her ear. “I can feel your breasts pressing into my back and you are not wearing a bra.” He whispered. “Did you do that for me?”

Miss Josephine nodded her head. “Can you keep working?”

“Yes.” Arnold turned his head back to the cube and kept painting.

Miss Josephine turned her own head to whisper in his ear. “You seem to be good friends with several of the girls here. Have you made love to them?”

“Yes.”

“Did you know it's frowned upon for a teacher to sleep with a student?”

“Yes.”

“Would you do it anyway, if no one found out about it?”

“Yes.”

Miss Josephine's nipples popped out as she became excited. She wasn't sure why she was teasing the poor boy so much, and so openly in class. She had heard some rumors about him kissing the cafeteria lady and of him being assaulted and taking it like a man. She hadn't seen the pictures floating around of him, though. She also didn't know of his liaison with Professor Power. All she knew was the ease at which three of her students were around him and she was envious of it.

“What if I said I had a husband?” Miss Josephine asked as her hands slid down to feel Arnold's hard member.

“No.” Arnold said.

“Oh? That is your line? What about a boyfriend?” She asked and rubbed him a little.

“Is it exclusive?” Arnold asked.

“It could be.” She hedged.

“No.”

“Hmm. So, any relationship you think you could cause trouble in, you say no.”

“Yes.”

“Why?” She asked and traced his shape through his pants with her fingertips.

“Sex is supposed to be fun. If people are sad afterwards, that's not fun.” Arnold said as he finished painting his cube.

“I see.” Miss Josephine said and rubbed him again. “What about you? Do you have...”

“No.” Arnold said.

“Miss, could I get your help here?” Another guy said, in the hopes that the sexy french woman would hang all over him, too.

“Of course, Henry.” Miss Josephine said and reluctantly let Arnold out of her embrace.

Unlike the other boys that had gained her interest over the years, he didn't try to grab her, use her hands to rub himself more, or even asked for her to come back. That made him even more appealing in her eyes. When she stood up, no one saw her nipples were hard, because she had worn her thicker smock for that purpose.

“I was trying for this color of blue.” Henry said and showed her the color swatch, then his paint palette.

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“You have muddied it by adding too much of each color.” Miss Josephine said and didn't put her arms around him, to his disappointment. “You need to start small and gradually add in the proper pigment.”

A couple of students looked over to watch attentively as she demonstrated her expert technique. Pam was a bit smarter and went to Arnold's side instead.

“You two were talking a lot.” Pam whispered.

“She was asking me what my standards were for sex partners.” Arnold whispered back.

“No. Way.” Pam whispered.

Arnold took her hand and put it on his erect penis.

“I was wondering what she was doing with her hands.” Pam whispered. “Drop your paint brush.”

Arnold let the paint brush go and it clattered to the floor.

“I'll get that, Arnold. It's my fault.” Pam said and climbed under the table. “Oh, damn. It's made a mess and there's paint all over. I better clean it up. Hand me the roll of paper towels.”

Arnold did so and she tore off several of them, then she reached up and opened his pants.

“I'll take care of that for you.” Pam said and slipped his wonderful hardness into her mouth and started sucking. Her hands moved the paper towels on the floor as if she was cleaning it diligently, which made enough noise to cover the sounds she made.

Miss Josephine looked over at Pam on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. “Such a good student.” She said and then looked at the boy she stood beside. “Do you see this, Henry? This is how to get the color you want.”

“Thanks for showing me, Miss Josephine.” Henry said and didn't sigh. Instead of the hug he wanted from her, she had talked down to him instead and taught him a valuable lesson.

“How long did that take to learn?” Janet asked, covering up for her friends by distracting everyone.

“Several months of intense brush use and searching for the best paints to perform it to perfection.” Miss Josephine said to the surprise of her students.

“So that's why we had to buy specific brushes and materials.” Heather said, finally understanding. “It was so you could show us with our own things the right way to do it.”

Miss Josephine gave Heather a beaming smile. “Yes, that is it exactly. If you change your tools and materials, your techniques must change as well. Some items can significantly alter how you do things and most students do that... after they learn the proper techniques and adapt them for their own use. After that, they usually specialize in a chosen medium and buy tools appropriate for it.”

“You're so knowledgeable.” Heather said, a bit of awe in her voice. “I hope I can learn everything I can from you.”

Miss Josephine laughed. “Don't worry, Miss Bradshaw. By the time you graduate from my course, you will have learned all that you can learn from me.”

No one except Janet noticed Pam and Arnold having fun right under everyone's noses.

*

It didn't take long for Detective Olivia Tanner to track down Amy's cell phone number, even though Amy wasn't her real name. She waited until Amy was between classes before she sent a probing text. It didn't give any details and only asked for a meeting about Arnold. She also said she would do it whenever Amy wanted and would like to meet off-campus. She even offered to pay for lunch.

After an hour, Olivia received a response and it was a yes for a lunch date. She danced around her office for several seconds, then calmed down. If she left now, she would get there just in time. She grabbed her jacket and holstered her weapon, buttoned her jacket, and left her office and the police station. She hopped in her car and was tempted to step on the gas to get there sooner, then chuckled.

I can't be seen this eager during the meeting. If I let her know how eager I am to get any dirt at all on Arnold, I might scare her off. Olivia thought. I need to approach this calmly and show her that I'm cool and collected.

She actually laughed at that thought. She wasn't sure what she could get from Amy or even if it would be useful at all. She pretty much just wanted to get as much information as she could. If she could somehow convince Amy to spy for her, that would be the very best outcome.

Olivia drove the two hours to get to the college area and arrived early at the slightly crowded Chinese restaurant. She walked in and looked around for a discrete table or even a booth, then she caught sight of Amy. She held in her sigh, because Amy wasn't alone. Two black women sat at the table and the other one had a crisply styled short afro.

Olivia hid her dismay as she sat down across from them and saw the slightly unhappy expressions on the both of them. Little did she realize that the woman she didn't know, was going to be the best source of information she was ever going to have about Arnold, especially after she indoctrinated her with all of the things she knew and suspected about Arnold.

*

For the rest of the morning, at random times Pam would interrupt their conversations and tell Janet and Arnold that their relaxing art class was the best relaxing art class that they ever had so far. It made Janet laugh every time and she was tempted to warn Pam that she wouldn't cover for her all the time, then realized that she couldn't lie like that. She would do everything she could to help her friend, and that was that.

Their afternoon chemistry lab passed by before they knew it, because they were in such good moods, and even the professor picked up on it. Felicia regretted that she couldn't give Arnold private lessons anymore, especially since he had allowed her to finally get over the hatred she had for her ex-husband. Well, the settlement she got from him helped a lot, too.

The day ended and Arnold went with Janet and Pam to their dorm room. They had work to do for class and spent an hour finishing up the lab reports. They were all still in good moods when they were done.

“Okay, even I have to admit that was a lot better than trying to struggle through it alone.” Pam said. “Janet's good; but, Arnold, you've got the best observation skills I've ever heard of.”

Janet chuckled. “Am I so easily replaced?”

“Never.” Pam said. “He helped the both of us.”

“He really did.” Janet said and gave Arnold a kiss. “Thank you for the help.”

“Yeah!” Pam put a hand over Janet's face to make her laugh, then she kissed Arnold, too. “We know you would have finished half an hour ago if we weren't bugging you so much.”

“I think best friends are supposed to bug each other sometimes.” Janet said and pushed Pam's hand away and then pinched her ear. “It makes things a bit more enjoyable with some carrying on.”

“Owowow!” Pam jumped up and down a little and her nipples started to poke out. “No fair!”

“Pokies.” Arnold said and used his fingertips to poke Pam's nipples between each bounce.

Pam let out a cute little giggle and tried to cover her breasts as Janet let her ear go.

“No fair.” Arnold said and Pam took his hand and squeezed her breast with it.

“Is that better?” Pam asked and he massaged it for her. “Oh, yeah. Definitely better.”

“Me, too.” Janet said and took his other hand.

Arnold gently rubbed them both and then put his arms around them and cupped their breasts from behind. Both of them moaned as he teased them, then his hands slid down their bodies to touch them between the legs.

“Oh, god.” Janet whispered. “I... I really...”

“Janet, just tell him.” Pam said.

“I need you, Arnold.” Janet said, her face a little red. “I want you inside me.”

Arnold let Pam go and helped Janet undress, then put her on the bed. Pam joined them and the three friends had fun for the rest of the evening.

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