"Oh, hey," I said to you. "Nick, I have a video you might like to borrow."
"What is it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, just a little something," I answered, handing you an unlabeled VHS tape and sauntering away. I tossed an additional comment over my shoulder. "You could watch it in your VCR during your plan time today. Catch you later."
I turned the corner, but peaked to see you staring at the video, bemused. One class period later, it was your plan time, and I had a music class to teach, but I called over to another teacher and asked if she could cover my class, so I could go to an emergency meeting. I explained in excessive detail that I had a disruptive student who was out of control and I needed to bring him to the principal, call home, and write him up, and that it may take a while. She covered my class and I walked out, walking to your room and glancing in.
You sat at your desk, facing away from your door window, legs propped up on the desk and twirling a pen between your fingers. Every so often, you'd write something in your grade book and then twirl the pen again. I watched as you graded papers and muttered to yourself comments about some of the less stellar responses on student papers. When you stood up to stretch and happened to glance at the video tape, I held my breath in hope. "What the hell," is what it looked like you muttered and you walked to the VCR, sliding the tape in. As you turned the TV on and the volume blared at full blast, I sneaked into the room, scampering behind a lab table and drawing my knees up to my chin, curling my arms around my legs and settling into a ball to watch and wait.
You turned the volume down to low and changed the channel to 3 before hitting play. Black and white static crackled on the screen for a moment until the scene came to life, a still life of my bedroom. The cherry wood four poster bed with a red comforter dominated the screen. And for a moment, all that was in focus was the bed. However, soon you saw me walk in, followed by a tall, willowy blond woman.
The two women: Jessica and the blond woman, a stranger to you, peeled back the sheets of the bed. Jessica carried in some towels, spreading them across the bed and unloaded a brown paper sack. Out came a paint brush and two jars, one of raspberry red and the other a chocolate-y brown. "Melody," Jessica turned to the blond. "I really appreciate your willingness to do this. I want to surprise Nick and you're such a talented artist. I can't even draw stick figures, so you are helping me immensely."
I peaked out from behind the lab table to see a flash of recognition on your face. Oh, so you're remembering! I remembered too! And that was the night I refused to answer all your questions. I turned back to the video to watch the scene unfold.
Melody sat on the bed, uncapping the jars of body paints while I undressed. Tight jeans were peeled off of a round, chubby butt. A ballet slipper pink blouse found a new home on the carpet and a pink bra and panty set joined the pile on the floor. I walked over to the bed and laid down on my back No sounds emerged as Melody dipped paintbrush into the jars and drew dainty designs on my still body. A rosebud was painted in raspberry along one cheekbone. A chocolate and raspberry outline filled in cupid's bow lips. Melody painted swirls and fruits and hearts and symbols along my clavicle, chest, arms, belly, and legs.
The tip of the paintbrush tickled along my nipple, painting it a raspberry red and I involuntarily groaned. You could tell by watching the video how turned on I was getting.
