The sun moved down the sky and the shadows in my painting moved to. They were fluid, almost surreal as if the viewer could hear them whispering. Somet...ing was different now. Zoë felt it, I felt it. She looked at me differently now. She was waiting. Waiting for me to finish, waiting for me to make my move. When the last bush stroke was laid down, I nearly dropped my brush and pallet. I didn’t run to her, but moved with a fluid motion as though pulled by some force beyond my control. I stopped. I want you to make love to her like you normally do to me. Oh! Sister! Would you really let Phil fuck me? Where will you sleep? Yes. I want Phil to work his magic on you. Tomorrow I want to see my happy sister again. Ill go and wake Brian and let him fuck me. But, thats incest. Wouldnt it be better if Brian fucked me and Phil fucked you? No. Brian can only last about 30 seconds. Hell never satisfy you the way Phil can. Youve fucked him before? Yes. He needs a lot of practice before he can. I sat squarely on the inflator bulb and silently gasped as the plug swelled within me. I didn't need to use a lock and chain through my pants to keep me from deflating the bulb since in real life I rode my bike through town. The eyes around me were more than enough to keep me from reaching into my pants for the control to the vibe or the deflator valve for the plug. On that ride I hit more red lights and had to get off my bike more times then I ever had to before. Every time I sat down I felt. "Fine dear," came the response, as she held up a handfull of envelopes. "I have your mail here, Kimberly." She allowed her tenant to take it before continuing. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad knews, but there was a special delivery today for you and I signed for it," she waited as Kimberly's eyes came to rest on the top manilla envelope. "It's from the State Selection Agency." She supplied as Kimberly began to comprehend what she held in her hands. Opening the envelope and unfolding the neatly.