I had come to like Sharon and had painted a nice portrait. But Rebecca gave me the creeps.“I don’t know, Sharon,” Rebecca said. “That doesn’... look like you.”“It does too! It’s like looking in a mirror.”“It’s not meant to be a photograph,” I said. “There are bound to be some interpretations that are seen differently by different people.”“Don’t be modest,” Sharon said. “If I’d wanted a photograph I’d have hired a photographer. This is what I wanted.”“Well, you’ll know for sure if you come in here. I think you must have a screw loose, falling in love at your age. This is nuts.” Catherine looked at Martin, seeing the rage and confusion in his eyes, his hand gripping the back of the chair and realized there was nothing she could say that would make him understand. “I’m leaving you, Martin. I can’t say any more. And I didn’t expect you to be happy and say congratulations. I hope you can understand I’m not doing this to hurt you. I’m doing it because I have no choice. I didn’t plan to fall in. She was from my hometown. She studied in a nearby school and we went to the same tuition center and she was (and still is) a looker and I remembered my days of ogling her.I simply told her that I had seen her on her bicycle in the “Mr. XYZ” Physics tuition. We introduced more formally now and then I told her that my intention was not to surprise her, but I was curious about her whereabouts. We exchanged our official emails and then we parted ways.The Same evening, I added her in the office. First off, my mother comes into the bathroom while I'm taking a shower, and promptly pulls her skirt up and her knickers down. Actually, it was worse than that: I was actually getting myself off and was more or less at the point of no-return when she appeared. The shower glass was a bit steamy. but at my eye level, I had a clear view of her hairy snatch as she let go.It put me over the line when she did, and before I could stop myself, I was spraying a hell of a lot of spunk onto the shower.