Although some of the stuff they get grants for isn't much more than that.'"Some people think fucking is art, you know — at least, pictures of it. Bu... I think I know how to capture this. How to make a new artistic statement.'"Great Barnum's Ghost, ' I said, "you're going to embarrass us all again.' I smiled to be sure he didn't take offense. One of Carl's great gifts is to combine art and showmanship in ways that have brought him fame and a good living."I think The Master would approve, ' he. He used to work some 250 kms away from our house. We had a lot of land and it was undivided (partition of the property had not taken place). My aunt was a very beautiful and petite woman. Nobody would take her to be a married woman and a mother of 2 girls. Our ancestral house was very old and my grandfather used to tell all sorts of stories when he was young and at night it used to be so creepy with the vegetations all around that. I never used to step out of my house in the night. First reason. I smile and curl up against him, his arm as my pillow and the other arm resting over my ribs with his hand tucked under my side. There’s an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and press my body to his. He’s always very warm and I smile at the warmth I feel now throughout my body. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the distance. I frown and look up at him. Babe? I ask, You sure that you’re okay? He takes a deep breath, his eyes closed tightly as if he’s struggling with. I had asked the then twelve year old if she minded my company and she had obliged me with a knowing and seductive smile I had not expected. Despite being shy and quiet for the first few hours of the journey south from the border, she had unexpectedly asked me if she could please have some food when the coach had stopped for lunch. Naturally, I fed her whatever pleased her from the roadside stand and brought a little bag of treats and drinks with me aboard as we departed. During our lunch I.