Chapter Three

You can use these tools in creating beautiful designs," Cathy said, indicating the set of carving tools on their table. "Go on, experiment and let your ingenuity soar. It's like when you're making love, you don't plan everything. Just be spontaneous and act out what your hearts' desire," she winked at them, "and you should be open to each other so you can freely express them."

Jena stared at Cathy. Was she a mind-reader? Could she have guessed what she was thinking previously? She brushed the thought away. It was mere coincidence.

"Colton, come see me after classes," Cathy instructed him as they were returning their tools.

"Ummm, sure," Colton replied, uncertain how to react.

Jena was at her table but she heard their conversation. She was still pretending to tidy up her table when Colton approached her. "I'll go see Cathy first. I don't know what she needs .

"Go ahead," Jena replied. She was in pain. "I'll wait for you at the lobby."

Colton was excited and anxious at the same time. Why did Cathy want to talk to him in private?

"There you are," Cathy exclaimed. "Come in, come in."

The room was cozy and comfortable with its pastel- colored curtains and warm interior. Cathy went to her table and offered a glass to Colton. "Let's have a drink first."

He hesitated, "Well, Jen is waiting at the lobby "Oh, yes, I almost forgot."

In the lobby, Jena was pacing back and forth; her heart was aching, shredded into tiny bits of flesh. What were they doing? Were they kissing now and fondling each other? The pain in her chest was almost physical, like someone kicked her in the chest. It was her fault! She didn't know how to please his man. She castigated herself.

Back in Cathy's room, Colton was standing waiting for Cathy's reply to his statement.

"Relax, this won't take thirty minutes. Surely, she can wait that long?" Cathy reasoned out. She gently pushed him to the couch, and handed him a glass of wine.

"Thanks," Colton managed to say, feeling uneasy but thrilled. If she seduces me will I give in, he asked himself. Strangely, there was no denying that he was attracted to her, but what about Jena? He had to choose one – and only one. He tried to control the tempests of his arousal but it was futile. When Cathy sat beside him, the bulge inside his pants became evident.

"Such a sweet man," she traced his face with her fingers. "You're worried about your girlfriend, but you can't help staying with me. I'm willing to grant you a lesson or two."

Colton's body flared up. He had tasted Jena's crack yesterday, and his slab of virile meat was once more hungry for a prey. Would he give in or not? But he treasured Jena and his life with her was all he ever wanted.

Before his flesh would finally surrender to his horny feelings, he stood up with tremendous effort and stormed out of the room, before Cathy could react.

His face was flushed as he hurried back to Jena, breathless and unnerved, he embraced Jena. Jena was startled out of her dark broodings, expecting the worst. However, Colton had returned and he was embracing her like there was no tomorrow.

"Let's go home," he said, drained of energy.

He clasped Jena's right hand and whisked her away from the building, half-running, half-walking.

"What happened?" Jena asked with concern.

Colton didn't reply. He was debating to himself whether to tell Jena or not. They had been honest, so far, that he decided to tell her.

"She was trying to seduce me. I'm not absolutely sure because I ran away before I got snagged in her web," Colton revealed everything in one breath.

Jena's suspicions were true. That was why she was feeling uneasy all along.

"That woman is really something . . . ," was all Jena could say, but she was fuming inside.

"Should we quit her class?" Colton queried worriedly.

"We should," she replied dismayed. "But wait, we had paid in full. Our hard-earned money would go down the drain, if we stopped attending."

They had decided to continue. Nevertheless, they also vowed to be on guard against her advances. So, in the succeeding class, they positioned their tables opposite each other.

"What's up with the table arrangement," Cathy guffawed when she caught sight of what they did.

"It's to ward off female intruders," Jena declared, her eyes challenging Cathy.

"Aha!" Cathy exclaimed. "A helpful stranger can be mistaken as an intruder," she flashed pearly white teeth at both of them, and left.

"What does she mean?" Jena asked Colton.

"No idea. Let's just concentrate on the next lesson."

After Cathy's lecture, they continued with their tasks. Their final product was 50% of their grades, so everyone strived to exert their creativity on their works of art.

They were both lost in designing their pots when Cathy stopped by their table. Jena's design was displayed on top of the table, a fascinating drawing of a butterfly, complete with blue colored gossamer wings and a flaming orange-yellow body.

"That's a wonderful drawing," Cathy admired it.

When she returned it on the table, she brushed the back of her hand on Jena's nipples.

Jena was stunned. Did Cathy just invade her body?

"Excuse me?" Jena grasped Cathy's wrist. She decided not to let it go this time. "Can we have a word with you?"

They trooped to Cathy's room in silence.

"Yes, what's the problem?" Cathy asked Jena and Colton.

"I guess, you're insensitive or you're just trying to act dumb," Jena was incapable of controlling herself.

"What do you mean? Can you be more explicit?" Cathy countered, amusement mirrored in her voice.

"Were you trying to seduce my boyfriend? And now, you've included me as your next target?" Jena confronted her.