Joey and I are both art students at university, and we're both pretty good if I do say so myself.
We're currently working on making a large model. We used chicken wire and bamboo to give the model shape and strength and we're now using paper mache to fill in the final shape prior to painting. It's not what you would call a small model, being about the size of a horse.
Joey and I have been allowed to take over one of the store rooms attached to our classes art room. We had to use the one with double doors just to ensure that we'd be able to remove the model afterwards.
The reason I'm rabbiting on about this model is to give a bit of background as to why Joey and I were in the store-room outside normal school hours. We had permission to come and go while we worked on Cyclops, so we would occasionally drop by when we were free. Sometimes Joey would be there, sometimes me, and every so often, both of us.
Tonight was one of those times that both of us were there. We basically put the finishing touches on Cyclops skin that night and it looked as though we could leave him to dry and start painting him the next day.
We were tidying up, getting ready to leave, when we heard a bit of commotion from the main classroom. The storeroom doors has those little safety windows in them. You know the sort. Just a small square of glass that lets you know if you're about to bash someone when you open the door.
Joey looked through one of the windows and then flicked the light off, holding a finger to his lips for silence. He pointed to the other window for me to look out.
Now, with the light in the storeroom off and the classroom well lit, we were in a position to observe without being seen. There were three people in the classroom.
The first was our arts teacher. Teaching assistant, I should say. She's only a couple of years older than us and rather unworldly. Must be the artist in her. I know all the male students tend to drool over her but I've never really known why. Just a male thing, I suppose.
The other two people were male students. I'd seen them both around and knew they were members of the university football team. They were both big and solid and dumb. I swear that they're getting excused on grades because of their athletic ability. I'm not saying that just because they play football. I know several members of the team and it seems to me that the best players are also the smartest. I know the captain of the team is doing legal studies and is highly regarded as a student.
These two clowns were on the team for their ability to stop people. Anyone who tried to push past them found they'd hit a brick wall. And they were both as thick as bricks.
Which raised the question of what were those two idiots doing in the classroom with Miss Sanders? The answer was pretty obvious. Clown one, Brian, I think his name is, was holding Miss Sanders with a hand over her mouth. Clown 2, they call him Bruno and I have no idea of his real name, was calmly pulling down Miss Sanders' panties.
"They're going to rape her," I hissed at Joey. "We have to do something."
"The hell we do," snapped Joey. "You're not thinking straight. If we open the door and go out there one of those oafs would punch me out and you'd find yourself naked next to Miss Sanders. It's highly unlikely there's anyone else around right now. That's why they've jumped her here."
We both turned back to the little windows to check up on what was happening. Bruno hadn't been wasting any time. Miss Sanders was almost completely naked and her bra fell away even as we watched. Looking at Miss Sanders' breasts it suddenly occurred to me why the boys followed her around like puppies. She really was magnificently endowed.
