Bunnygirl started to scream and it was at this point I pulled our my knife. I made sure it passed over her face on the way to her throat and once the ...oint of it pricked the skin on her soft white throat she calmed down. Then the pleading began. "My husband will be home any minute. Please, you have to leave. He's a cop."I laughed at her feeble attempts. Then I explained that I had her till Thursday afternoon at least and possibly longer as her husband would not be expecting her to necessarily. "That's very good too, Dorothy," he said. "You're very talented. Where is it?" It isn't. I did a sketch in the Lake District and then saw another stream in the Peak District. I sort of put them together." Brilliant!" How do you get the water to move?" asked Larry."I don't know," answered Dorothy nonplussed."I like this one better than the beech trees."Dorothy smiled at him. "Thank you, Larry."Larry continued to stare at the painting as Dorothy put away her shopping. Unlike his usual self he was. "That's not as rare as you might think," I offered. "In fact, my entirepractice is devoted to helping young boys and men who are drawn tofeminine clothing." Well, he came home beaten-up last weekend," she said, gaining strength.Susan poured us each a cup of coffee, set the creme and sugar on the deskbetween us, and left quietly, closing the French doors of my office asshe left. "When I pressed him on it he wouldn't tell me what happened,but a girlfriend called me with the story." Yes?" She. Taylor?” She asked. “WOW You certainly will Mrs Taylor!” I gasped with delight. “Let,s go to bed and forget the telly?” She suggested. I poured out a second glass of champagne topping up my own and handed it to her as we sat on the top of the king sized bed and then toasted each other before taking a huge swig if champers. Once the golden liquid was drunk we kissed passionately, my hands squeezing her ample bum cheeks as we sucked each other,s tongues. “I don,t want younusing your mouth on my.