Hey Mira.

Joni. I was just thinking about you.

What were you thinking?

Oh, just that I hadn’t heard from you in a while. What have you been up to?

Well, that’s why I called. Remember that guy Jason from high school?

Yeah, I think so. Kind of weird. Played sax in the band. Why?

Okay, so I went to the museum, not the big one but the one on Fourth Street, and I kinda saw him.

What do you mean ‘kinda’?

Well, you know how the sculpture room, the one with the dome?

I think so. Where they had that woman holding all those aardvarks that time.

Yeah, but I’m not sure they were aardvarks. Anyhow, Jason was the sculpture. He had to be the model. It looked exactly like him, like when he was in high school with us.

Interesting.

And he was masturbating.

Really?

I mean as much as a sculpture can be masturbating. He had his cock in one hand. It was definitely erect. And his expression was like he was just about to come. It was so real. And what’s more, the sculpture looked real. I mean it wasn’t like stone or marble but like real skin, even real hair. I couldn’t stop looking at it. I wanted to go up on the stand or plinth or whatever you call it and touch him, to see if he felt like, you know, a real boy, a real person.