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Priapus

February bought the painting on a Monday. On Tuesday she wondered whether it was suffering from moisture damage, and made a note to take it back to the painter for tips. On Wednesday she realized that she was dealing with something very, very odd, and held off on a trip to the painter. On Thursday, she started liking what she saw. By Saturday she had big secret that she wouldn’t share with anybody. By Sunday she knew she could use some help. She bought it from a roadside artist, whom she praised for some of his pieces. Then he told her that if she really wanted his best pieces, he could show them to her in secret. He didn’t usually show those on the street, for a whole variety of reasons. When she visited his shop, she knew why he didn't sell his best pieces. They would have been called pornography by people in public. They were all very artistic, in spite of their intensely carnal content, and one among them, in particular, called to her. She told only Lauren, her best friend, about the painting, and both women went through an exchange that was one part consternation and two parts lasciviousness, although they pretended that it was two parts consternation and one part lasciviousness, in the interests of decorum. Then Lauren joined her with her secret, and they spent the next week enjoying a very weird and a very paranormal fantasy between them and the painting. Then, they had to tell someone else. It was just too much to hold in. So they told their book club friend Anna. ...

... And so it went, until a whole coterie of women were ensnared in the most lusty of fantasies. The painting itself was done in the style of the Renaissance, and it was a painting that was titled ‘Priapus and the nymphs’. It was a scene that screamed schizophrenia. It was binary as things get. The left half was set in the forest, and right half in an open palace room that opened into the forest. A half dozen women with milk white complexions were in different poses on the richly brocaded silks that covered palace divans on the right. Some supine, some recumbent, some standing, and some sitting and leaning forward. They were amply proportioned, according to the tastes of the times. Beauty standards in those times called for women to be plump, with broad hips and enough flesh on them for their husbands and mother in laws to think that childbirth would be a safe proposition. A whole army of pink nipples winked back at the viewer from the right half of the painting. The women were all partly draped in garments of different colors, whose purpose in the painter’s mind appeared to be to suggest their impending absence. All the women appeared either astonished, or lascivious or both. On the left hand side of the painting, in the untamed wilds of the forest, stood one man. His skin was a gleaming bronze, and he had a handsome, regal face, with a luxuriant black beard framing it. He had a curly black mane that made him almost look like a lion. He sported a wicked smile showing his gleaming ...