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I was no longer running track on a scholarship but I was still fast on my feet when I was racing from classes to photo shoots. On one particular day I ended a photo session completely naked with only twenty minutes to get to my next class five blocks away.

(I was often naked at the end of a shoot, but never at the beginning. This bugged me. Usually the photographer took some shots of me in jeans or a skirt, then I would strip down to bra and panties, gradually building up to the nude poses. Maybe the photographer felt better about himself, knowing we didn’t only shoot nude. But it would have gone a lot faster if I just started butt-ass naked from the first shot.)

I threw on my clothes and sprinted for the closest uptown train. Twenty minutes later I was rushing down the slippery hallway towards my class with my high heels clicking and my panties flying out of my bag. I grabbed the pink pair that had slipped out and shoved them back in with all my school stuff. It was then that I realized I’d forgotten my English book.

I had to share with the professor, and he didn’t look too happy about it. The discussion that day was about Lord of the Flies, which I could swear I read in high school. I wondered why the hell I was reading it again in college. I couldn’t concentrate because I didn’t have a bra on and I was afraid the professor would notice. There hadn’t been enough time to clasp it shut and make the subway, so I sat there feeling exposed. My nipples shrunk with the air conditioning pounding over them. I felt naked sitting at the cold desk and looking out the window onto traffic going around Columbus Circle and the Trump Tower. I felt sure everyone was staring. I hoped they wouldn’t know the truth – that a few minutes earlier I had posed nude for a stranger.

As I sat there, I grew sick of talking about Ralph and Jack and Piggy, and my thong was starting to itch from sitting so long. My eyesight was going blurry from reading and I was fed up with discussing the problems they were having on the island. They were on a fucking island, for God’s sake. They should have been tanning and enjoying the damn coconuts, but they kept killing animals and each other. All that talk about the island made me long to be wearing a bikini. I was always thinking about what would make a good shot for my portfolio.