I can't call this more of the same, what with that leg. The model is Melinda, and she's certainly a good sport, although I am the least of her problems. Whichever way she turned, Kneeboy Mike crawled around to within 18 inches or so of her naughty bits and proceeded to draw giant misshapen Venus-of-Willendorf figures with clusters of breasts while staring into her inner reaches. This other gent who insists on being addressed as "Mr. Miltz" periodically interrupted the proceedings by demanding that everyone, including Melinda, get down on all fours and look for a microscopic "bolt", which may or may not actually exist, and then accusing others of drawing the drawings sitting on his wobbly easel. He may well be insane. And the rest of us work silently in fear of the Gang From the Peninsula showing up and forcing us to do a series of 300 5-second "gesture" poses of poor Melinda, which thankfully they didn't.