She came back in as I was viewing the painting. “What do you think………… Is it a good likeness?” “Yes it is, at least from what I have see... of you.” “Cute answer. Are you always so direct?” I smiled. “Have you done many self portraits? I d like this one and would like to see any others.” She told me that she used her self often as a model and found it therapeutic. “ I try to do a drawing of myself almost every day. I keep a sketchbook, sort of a diary of my visual self. Mostly they are mundane. ‘Come on, it’s too messy,’ he put the paste down on the grass, ‘we’re nowhere near soap, and look at you!’ He did not know. He did not know what shame I felt, as if I had stood naked before him and offered myself as a prize, yet he did not know. ‘it was a silly game anyway.’ I didn’t wipe the paste off my face still, I walked by his side that day, pretending all the while that he had returned my silly gesture and understood. Could it be wrong to pretend this? I wanted to ask someone, but the. Even though its more than 20 years ago it still seems like yesterday tomeI can only blame myself for agreeing and Shirley my sister for askingand of course lets not forget the lovely Emma for landing me in itRight up to my neck and probably way, way higher than thatI'm not sure if it's a shooting offence but then again if I had a gun Iwould most probably have shot the beautiful pair of themAlways a sucker for a pretty faceAs it turned out that face was mine, interested? Then dear reader. The ice cube inside her is cold, but melting rapidly, causing a tiny river of water to trickle from her body and your tongue is desperate to taste it. Before you can make it there though you must feast on her breasts and take each nipple into your mouth, biting gently and then laving them with your tongue, two very different sensations and making her jump slightly on the bed. She twists against her bindings again, wanting to lower her arms to her sides but unable to move. Helpless against you.