The Naked Samaritan
by Steve West on February 11, 2024
Recent conversation with Brenda:
Brenda: Did I ever tell you I posed nude for an art class?
Me: Really?! (after recovering from shock) I had a college friend who posed for some extra money.
Brenda: Oh, I didn't get paid. They didn't ask me to do it. And I'm pretty sure they were making ceramic bowls, not painting.
Me: Then why did you do it?
Brenda: Out of the goodness of my heart.
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