It was a stupid assignment, and to make it even stupider, she was partnered with that stupid Harker guy. After he told her to draw a picture of a wet pussy, he said, “You are welcome to ask me to draw my erect cock—only trouble is it wouldn’t fit on one page. Wouldn’t even come close. Ha ha ha!”

Okay, Niah had to concede that Harker was a good artist, probably the best in the class, and truth be told, she wouldn’t mind seeing his cock, erect or otherwise, on the page or in the flesh, but she chickened out and asked him to draw a fat piglet looking in the mirror.

At home that evening, curled up on the knit rug with her drawing pad and an assortment of pencils, Niah tried sketch after sketch. Flopper, lying on the couch, observed. “This assignment is fucked,” Niah informed her pooch as she crumpled yet another failed attempt at a wet pussy picture. “Maybe I’m approaching this all wrong. Maybe I’m taking it too literally.” A single short yip from Flopper signaled his concurrence.