This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary. All are above 18-years-old.
Robyn was a 19-year-old sophomore at Pasadena City College where I graduated a few years earlier. I was a 24-year old junior at CSUF.
Robyn and I met at a retirement event for our favorite teacher, Joe Keene.
Robyn was a 5-7, average blonde. She had brown eyes and freckles. I loved her smile. I was 5-10 with brown hair and green eyes. Robyn was shy, while I could talk to anyone. Joe suggested that we date, but Robyn wanted friendship to prevent dating "distractions."
Robyn was an art major. I was a media major.
Later, I bumped into Robyn at Nicodel's, a popular Colorado Boulevard lunch spot across the street from P.C.C. Many of us ate there as our campus cafeteria was awful. As in really awful. Nic's had great food, was quiet with red brick and plenty of plants.
When I arrived, Robyn was in a, rear, booth, crying. When I asked why, she told me the guy she hired to pose for her final figure project took her $100 and walked out.
"I had to draw him today,, she sobbed. It's my final project... I am ruined!"
"What were you drawing? Why $100?"
"Silly boy, it was a figure pose... as in nude..." Robyn explained.
"Oh, I said. "I didn't know... I bet there are plenty of guys, on campus, who will get naked for you..."
"Yea, right," Robyn responded. "They will want something other than $100, and I am, now, broke and I don't want their STDs. This is a major project. I am in, awful. trouble, here..."
"If you need a naked man, and put someone else's face, I could volunteer if you let me take naked pictures of you for my photo class..."
