I understand if you can’t make your mind up as quickly about me as I did about you so here is my number and you can call me tomorrow to let me know....��With a brazenness I couldn’t even believe myself I slipped her a piece of paper with my works number and my name on it. Then I swiftly returned to my friends.They looked as gob smacked as I felt. With one last wink over in her direction I turned to tell them that she would be phoning the next day. I wasn’t as confident as I sounded but what the. She asked me to provide a new permanent home for them in this gallery. This installation is hers and hers alone. No other artists work will ever grace this new wall.” Dan gave a soft hug and kissed the cheek of his friend and mentor. The audience Dan was addressing included prominent members of the local art community, close business and personal friends of Mrs. Patron, and the senior managers of Laura’s law firm and Dan’s company. The annual gallery open house had grown in prestige over the. She wasn't promoting some nearby business, but she wasn't homeless either. As I neared her, I noticed two things.The first thing- she was fucking gorgeous. Her hair was long, onyx and sleek like the coat of a panther. Her legs were tanned, and seemingly endless. Her littleblue dress left little to the imagination with her breasts spilling up over the sleeveless top, and her firm butt curving out from her legs.She looked like an angel, her halo the bright neon of city night lights.The second. How their bodies melted together as they danced; and how powerful and manly he would be when they performed the Paso Doble.Helen looked at the floor where she stood. She remembered the time when he threw her down as if discarding a cape before throwing his hands in the air. She used to stay down on the floor, her legs wrapped up behind her, heels touching her bum and arms flung out wide. Her stocking tops showing as she looked up into his eyes.That was the time when he should have bent down to.