Sandy worked as a model at the Art-Coop, which I helped organize a few months ago. Sometimes it was Art-Coop and sometimes it was Art Co-op. I put the hyphen in various places depending on who knows what. Anyway, Sandy and I became friends, though not especially close friends, but after some of the sessions we did talk, and a couple of weeks ago I mentioned this little group from back in high school, The Naughty Girls Club, and some of the wild stuff we did.

“Are you still in touch with them or anything?” Sandy asked.

“No, it’s been more than a year now since I’ve heard from either Joanna or Jill,” I told her. “I guess those wild days are pretty much over.”

“Do you miss it? Do you miss them?” Sandy wanted to know.

“I haven’t really thought about it,” I told her.

Sandy nodded thoughtfully.

Sandy goes with this older guy, Walt, who sometimes watches during the Co-op sessions, and we’d talk a little about art and this and that. Earlier this week he said, “Sandy wanted me to ask you something. She’s too shy to ask you herself.”

“Okay,” I said.

“I’m not sure if you knew this, but Sandy is sort of an exhibitionist.”

I made a chuckling noise. “I guess to do nude modeling ... But shy?”

“Yeah,” Walt went on. “See when we’re having sex, she likes to imagine someone is watching us. Actually her mother, mostly.”