Sylvia Dawson prided herself on always seeing the potential. Be it things or people she could see the potential. She lived with her two daughters, Fawn and Bliss in a slightly rundown house on the edge of town which, the house not the town, she had inherited from her mother.
It was a big house and with Fawn and Bliss sharing a room- Silvia was sure they were experimenting sexually- there was plenty of room for her passion: collecting things. She visited the auction houses and antique shops every week end often returning with some newly found treasure in her small van.
Most of it was a mistake and almost invariably she sold it the next day on her face book page.
A few weeks later she was sure: Fawn and Bliss were having it off. She had installed a secret CCTV with a pinhole camera in their room then watched them getting it on. God they were hot her girls and she masturbated in her room watching them make love in theirs. She wished she could join them but it appeared it was not to be.
Unless she did something about it.
She went to the beauty salon for a full body wax. It hurt like the Dickens, but oh she so loved how it made her look. Then the buzz cut. She bought dangling earrings and cut down some of her collected items of clothing so that her girls could see her as a, well, slut if we're not going to put too fine a point on it.
Of course her girls weren't the only females in the world and others in her life definitely took notice taking on board that Sylvia Dawson, known with varying degrees of affection as Second Hand Rose was looking decidedly hot. A woman knows when eyes are on her and it did wonders for her confidence, even if her daughters weren't interested, with the result that she walked taller and that sway a woman confident in her appeal has returned.
She was offered, and accepted a job as a nude model at the city's Community Arts Project. Posing nude she found, far from being daunting, was something she took in her stride. In fact she took to driving to her parking space behind the Arts Project building and sauntering to the door wearing just a sheer robe which she had taken up and hemmed so that it now barely covered her derriere.
Once inside the building she was nude from start to finish. The pitifully few numbers of budding artists grew. Within a few months the Council's most endangered department became its biggest success. A daily posing attended by,when she started, three people became a thrice daily session in a much bigger room attended by as many they could fit in- the most was twenty six but that, it was agreed was too many and tempers had become frayed when easels were jostled.
Everyone knows someone who knows someone who you know and so it was with Fawn and Bliss. Bliss's teacher, a matronly woman in her fifties who had many uncomplimentary nicknames among her pupils told her class one particular morning that she had rediscovered her artistic bent and was thoroughly enjoying her course at the Community Arts Project.
Bliss, who had not completed her homework and was consequently listening with some trepidation as she waited for the Dragon to single her out for one of her feared dressing downs got to see the eternal wet blanket excited about something- other than a new recipe.
"Now I don't want to single you out Bliss sweet heart but the words of encouragement your mother gave me were transformational. My goodness she is a fine judge of artistic ability that lady."
"Oh, was she the art teacher there Mrs. Connors?" Betty Higgins the class goody two shoes asked reverently.
"Well no, no, actually she is the model."
An uproar ensued.
"Oh excuse me Mrs. Connors but does Bliss's mom parade around in her birthday suit there?" Betty asked in apparent horror as the other precious little darlings waited with baited breath.
A flash of color touched their teacher's cheeks- but not for long.
"Mrs. Dawson is a life model Betty, I expect you are a little young to understand but a life model poses naked. The prospect is a little daunting to one of your tender sensibilities I would imagine, Betty."
Betty sat quiet as a mouse after that while all the girls imagined how awful it would be for everyone to see your bits. Then they moved on to who it was that you would really quite like to see them.
Seeking to get away with her homework misdeeds Bliss asked what her mother had said about Mrs. Connors' efforts with the brush. A brilliant question and Mrs. Connors spoke with great passion and enthusiasm about her effort, what she was trying to achieve, and what "Dear Sylvia" had sad to encourage her.
