" Already Sally's tone of voice hadchanged. She was suddenly much more authoritative and I noticed she wasissuing instructions to me, rather than seek...ng my opinion. We wentupstairs and I retired to the spare room, where I spent a restless nighttrying to work out whether I could accept being told what to do ratherthan deciding for myself.The next morning I got up having decided that, for the sake of ourmarriage, I was willing to be subordinate to Sally for the next fewdays. I dressed and went. "Shit", I exclaimed when I dropped my pants to see what was happening. Icovered my slit with my hand and retracted a bloody hand. "It's soundslike you are having one now", Rebecca said teasingly. "Yep, talk to youin a couple of days", I hung up. "Damn, why do I have to have a bleedingcunt", I asked myself loudly. "Oh, well this is probably the last time,so hang on this time", I reassured myself. These days Rebecca and Icalled each other lots of times, just to let the time pass more quicklyand. I agreed and asked where and when they wanted this guy. They quickly corrected me stating “guys” not guy. I responded with “oh, one each”. Mom said “no, five guys”, “at the same time”. I said I was not sure if I could do that but I would try. My wife spoke up and said, “for money, at least $1000s”, At work I opened an add on Craig’s list and within 5 minutes I received a response from 3 different people. I called them and told them what the whores wanted and two said they would get back to me. Fine art tools had replaced crayons and coloring books, and what was once a toddler's scribbling was now the creative genius of a true master. Of course Sara never shared this work with anyone, as not only was it too personal, but still lacking faith in her abilities, she never dreamed she could give away an Art Angel original creation, let alone sell it.When she wasn't lost in her art, she was flying free on her computer. She spent most of her time browsing through the world's great art,.