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Though Drucilla knows it isn’t quite like that. Her body is still, her armpits in half-moons aching to collapse onto themselves, a wedge of skin pinched between the chair and her thigh, her hands upon her lap. Only perfect in that she is naked and the students will attempt to draw her to scale. Sometimes she likes to stay after class, once her terrycloth robe is safely around her shoulders. Some students leave quickly, but others stick around to talk and trade glances at drawings. Occasionally, she asks to see some of the sketches, usually glad that they miss little features that irritate her. That they don’t catch the strawberry birthmark on the side of her knee, which makes her lovers think they’ve given her an odd love-bite, or the thin wisps of light-brown hair around her belly button. She shaves carefully each morning in order to ensure a perfect triangle between her legs. Geometry is important.