Denise
(walks out sensually with glass of wine, winking at audience members, dramatically and noisily lounging on chaise, legs wrapped around post like riding a horse. Looking over her wine glass, grabbing one of the books marked Seven Grapes and begins reading.)

SEVEN GRAPES
He had Einstein hair all salt and pepper, and standing on end. His laugh was loud and soulful. He stood in the doorway and looked at every female in the first of twelve Artist's Way classes as if they edible and he was picking a chocolate. His blue eyes landed on me. I smiled with my "yep you look edible too” smile. His grin took over his face and he oozed into the room so filled with his own sexuality that I stopped breathing to watch him move his long lanky legs hypnotically towards me. He stopped directly in front of me and made a presentation of his crotch to my face. His bulge was pressing against his jeans so hard there were no wrinkles. His hand flung into my face for a handshake, "Hi, my name is Doug." I pulled my face up to look into his ocean eyes and gently placed my hand into his and told him I was Sophia. He dramatically appeared to kiss my hand in front of the others, but was really sucking the end of my middle finger. I melted into my chair while he proceeded around the room introducing himself to everyone in the class. And then he fell into the chair next to mine purposely sliding it closer to me. That night he was flirting and offering up his body within that first hour all while Marion taught the class to eight art starved students.

I began to live each week for my Artist Way class and dressed more and more provocatively, eventually losing my bra altogether and letting the large honeydews that I owned speak for themselves before the rest of me entered a room. Doug always sat next to me. We started our love affair with legs rubbing together during class and moved on to brushes of arm across my breast. Eventually he became so presumptuous he delayed my exit one night and waited until everyone else was outside to grab a handful of my long thick curly hair, pull my head back and kiss me deeply. (set down wine and pick up fan and begin fanning from being hot and bothered by the story.)