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Sam’s View I think the first time I saw Chastity she was standing in the hall talking with a couple of guys. She was laughing and they were laughing also, but I could tell looking at them that they didn’t quite understand what was so funny. Chastity reached over, gave one of the guys a light slap on the arm, laughed again and headed off down the hall. The guys followed, not looking so sheepish anymore as they passed me and, if possible, they had a bit of swagger in their steps. Chastity is a remarkable looking woman. Her dark features and hair are accented by a scar that runs down her cheek. Not disfiguring, it makes anyone look twice. She’s trim and seems tall to me, but I’m fairly short. She’s the same height as most guys. She doesn’t have large breasts, doesn’t have the hourglass figure we are told is so necessary. Instead, she commands a presence by the beauty of her motions that transcend surety and grace. I find her fascinating. Chastity is bright but unconventional, she goes from topic to topic pulling what she wants, using it one way or another, and moves on the next. She’s eclectic, but to a purpose. And I? My name is Samantha, my friends call me Sam. I am not remarkable like Chastity — short, tending to plumpness, dark hair, gray eyes; my mind is more suited to the long haul in a subject. I become engrossed in a topic and see everything in light from that framework. I find literature exciting, I enjoy reading and have recently found myself drawn to early drama. Partly because of the language which is so sure, yet supple and flexible. And partly because of the stories I find in the plays. I’m an incurable romantic. I enjoy the action, the shouts, the swordplay, the set speech. Chastity in her way embodies many of these characteristics. She is certainly larger than life in a fashion I had never seen in a classmate before. Mr. Roberts recommended I talk to Chastity. When he described her I immediately recognized the fascinating woman I’d noticed in the halls. But I found it too intimidatingto approach her myself . Luckily she saw me and drew me to sit and talk at lunch. We became fast friends after that, eating lunch together, going to the college library to study or just romp through the books, as she put it, and more recently to her boyfriend’s house. Getting to know Jim, Mark and Bill was exciting, I could easily see why Chastity found their company so satisfactory. It was absolutely incredible to see the transformation Chastity underwent in their presence. She’s always turned on, aware of people around her and interacting. With Jim and his friends that interaction became palpably, sexually intense. I don’t think I could ever describe it, it was hard to imagine that what I was seeing was really happening. At the same time Chastity never lost her fascination to me, her art held me in thrall, too, as much as those “boys”as she called the guys. Her motions, her words, her body. The smell of her and their sex on her was almost overpowering, it enveloped us as we walked home that first evening. She apologized for “dribbling“ and hoped she hadn’t shocked me too much. She reached out her hand, laid it lightly on my arm, and said she hoped “we were still friends.” I couldn’t talk, I nodded my head, feeling like the moth about to batter itself against a flame. I slid her hand down and held it in mine, gave a squeeze, and we walked the empty sidewalk, the stars twinkling overhead, the smell of sex; she made the most extraordinary seem natural. Of course I wanted to dive into that luminosity. When I brought Davy to meet her a few days later it was with some trepidation. Not that I wanted him and was afraid she’d take him, I think Davy was oblivious to most everything in this world except his art. I was afraid she’d laugh at him. I still didn’t know Chastity. Chastity was sitting in her lunch spot, alone at the end of the table drawing on her hand. She looked up and smiled. “You needn’t bring a sacrificial lamb for me,” she said. I swear Davy was about to look around, “No lambkins this, Davy is my buddy.” “Please sit and join me, then,” Chastity got up and held out her hand, “Hi, my name is Chastity. Don’t let it fool you.” Davy shook her hand looking astonished as usual. “Ah,” was all he could say. “I can see he’s college bound,” Chastity grinned and I had to grin, too. “Davy is my best friend so I thought it would be good for him to meet my other best friend,” I said. Chastity held out a bag of dried fruit and I took a piece. “Davy?” Davy was staring at Chastity. “Is it that obvious?” Chastity said. “Oh well. How do you like my drawing?” She held up her other hand, the one she had been working on. “It’s neat.” Davy said. “I draw on my leg in class. I’d show you, but I think it would bother Sam.” Davy could become articulate at the strangest moments, which is one reason why he was fun. He was also a kindred spirit. “Sam’s unshockable, believe me,” Chastity laughed. “At least I hope so. I’d like to see.” Davy rose and pulled up his pants leg. I saw a little ways off a guy nudging a friend, pointing to us, then they started to laugh together. “They’re so cruel,” I muttered. Chastity was looking at Davy’s leg. She looked up at him and said “La Tene?” “Yeah, how’d you know?” “I read books, I devour books, and I like art.” Chastity sat back in her chair.“It’s just ignorance, don’t let it bother you.” Davy started to say “What,” but I helped him out by saying, “Davy, we’re talking about those guys over there,” and pointed over his shoulder. He turned around, saw them laughing, and turned back with a question on his face. “Because we’re misfits we’ll never fit in, so why worry about it,” Chastity said. Davy looked at me. “Chastity? Is it OK for Davy to come along next time we go to the library?” I asked. “Anytime my dear.” Chastity smiled, “Does he know who I am?” “In a vague way. He thinks you look neat.” Davy was blushing again. Chastity reached out and laid a hand on his arm. “It’s terrible for us to talk around you like this, let’s start again. Hi. I’m Chastity. What do you love most to do?” Davy fiddled with his books. “Hi Chastity, I’m Davy. I want to paint. You know, draw, paint, make things.” “Yep, another misfit.” Chastity laughed, her fingers danced on Davy’s arm. “The library has a good art section. Plus there are books scattered around which might interest you. I like to go up and down the stacks.” Chastity laughed again. “Thanks Sam, I thought football had killed them all off.” “Davy says that it wouldn’t be hard to do real tattoos, all you’d need would be a needle and some ink.” I looked over at Davy. “If it is something oddball, he knows something about it.” “India ink,” Davy said. “There are lots of colors in India ink.” Chastity laughed, “So far all my tattoos have been short lived, as Sam will tell you I’m —” “Mercurial.” “But still, I like the idea. Yeah, it’d be fun going to the library with you. I’d like to see what gets you excited.” Chastity saw my look. “Oh don’t worry, Sam, not like that.” She smiled, “Well, maybe a little like that.” Her other hand reached across to me and her fingers danced along my arm. “I’d never do anything purposely to hurt you or your friends.” Davy was looking at me with a question on his face. “Don’t worry, Chastity is into theater, she has a dramatic personality,” I said. “Besides,” Chastity said, “La Tene triskeles in this school, who’d ever think it? Davy, you’re a treasure. I’m glad to meet you.” Chastity winked at me, “If you want to draw on someone else I’m open to do it.” “Ah.” “And I always wanted to be an artist’s model.” “Ah.” “Have you ever met Andy at the Secondhand Store, she lived in New York, was a model and worked in art bookstores?” “New York.” Davy was awed. “We’ll have to take you to Andy’s, too, I see.” Chastity smiled, “I wouldn’t mind modeling in the nude? Do you think it would upset your parents if we did that?” Chastity could be arch, I thought. “Ah.” “Don’t worry Davy. As I said Chastity is dramatic.” I looked over at Chastity who had her lips held in anticipation of a smile. “It’s true though. If you ever need a model.” “I’ll do it,” Chastity laughed, “and maybe we can get Sam here to join us.” “I might have to, Davy.” I reached out my hand and clasped his tightly. “Ah.” “As a chaperone. Chastity has a strong effect on people.” “I hope so.” The bell rang. Chastity got up, “Davy, I’d do just about anything for the single artist in this benighted school. Just about anything.” Chastity leaned over and kissed Davy on the cheek.”We’ll have fun at the library.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss also. “See Davy, Sam can blush wonderfully.” She started to walk away, turned around and said, “Thanks,” gave a wave and walked off. “Are you all right?” I asked Davy. “I never had anyone offer to model. That’d be great.” Davy was picking up his books, looking amazed. “Davy, I’ll model for you, too, if you want.” I followed him into the hall. “You would?” I laughed. “With my clothes on for now. Come on, we’ll be late for class.”
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