I quickly looked around the room. While everyone else was busy sketching, I noticed an empty bench and easel in front of him. I bit my lower lip in thought, realizing why it was empty: it was directly in his line of sight! How was I going to get a candid picture of someone who was staring at me? The yearning between my legs told me I'd figure it out and encouraged me to gather my belongings and stand up. I moved quickly and quietly around the perimeter of the stools until I came to the empty one and sat down. I took out my sketchbook and pencil again and tried to sketch, but it was difficult to concentrate with Professor Moore staring at me so intently. I could feel myself blushing and getting hot all over. This was the hot seat! Our eyes met every time I looked up. As I drew, I thought it
