Janice felt an urgent need to move, to stretch - anything rather than stand in this ridiculous pose for another minute! She couldn't help thinking how good it would be to do something to relieve her aching limbs ... .

"Hold still!"

The sudden, authoritative bark startled Janice. "I wasn't doing anything," she protested.

Petra looked out from behind her easel and pointed an accusatory brush at her model. "You were thinking about it. I can tell, you know."

"But it fees like eI've been standing here for hours. When are you going to be finished?"

Petra glanced up at the clock on the wall above the stage. "You've been there for an hour. And it'll only take me another hour to finish this off."

As the various sensations returned to her limbs, there was one in particular that demanded Janice's attention. "Look - can I please take a break? I'm absolutely bursting. If you don't let me go for a pee now ... ." She hopped from one foot to another, hoping to emphasise the seriousness of her plight.

Petra took another look at her picture and weighed up her options. "Alright," she relented. "I can finish this thing off from memory. You go and wash up and get dressed. I don't want you making a mess on my sheets."

"Thanks!" Janice hurried out of the studio, her behind bouncing as she went, and slammed the door behind her. Petra stared after her for a minute, then went back to her artwork, putting what she hoped would be the finishing touches to her canvas. The silence of the studio was broken by the sound of flushing water and the return of Janice, now wearing a pink towelling robe and carrying a bundle of clothes. Janice hurried back to the cushion-covered stage she had only just vacated and began to pull on a pair of leggings. She paused and looked up at Petra. "Can I see it?"

Petra sighed. "You really have no sense of time, do you? I said I would need another hour."

"I know. But I just wanted to see what you'd done."

"Come here, then." Petra stood to one side to give Janice enough room to stand beside her. "What do you think?"

Janice padded over, bare feet on the studio's bare, wooden floor, and took in the picture. Her nose wrinkled in thought before she delivered her verdict. "It's great. But - ?"

"But?"

"Is that really how you see me?"