As Matt contemplated what he wanted to do next, he took some art classes at a number of the local venues for such things, and found himself enthralled by the works of a Danish artist. This artist gave classes online and Matt took every one that was offered, learning to turn his thoughts into quirky drawings that stretched the boundaries of reality but still allowing his viewers to identify with the characters and situations. At one point a friend had written a children’s book and asked if he would illustrate it. He had put together a couple dozen spreads for the story, and to his surprise, a publisher picked it up and printed it. And a few months later he was awoken in the early morning by a call from the American Library Association telling him that he had won the Caldecott Medal for his illustrations. Okay. You know that I lived in a farm until and was homeschooled by my mom. My upbringing was very shattered, so I never learned much about sex. Actually, I never even learned about it, except that my mom always told me that I should never touch myself between my legs, except for cleaning myself, saying that young ladies didn’t touch themselves there. As a good daughter I obeyed without question. I mean, until I started to become curious about my body when my boobs started to grow..." I said and looked at Bri uncertain. Her blue eyes were glued on my face, her expression telling me to keep going and to not skip anything. I looked down at my hands before continuing.