You have left me no choice. I have to punish you now." I was flabbergasted. I thought I WAS BEING PUNISHED. However, I was instructed to take off my c...othes, slowly. I was to remain only in my shoes. I was instructed thereafter to take off his clothes. I had to place his shirt on a hanger. His creased pants on the desk to avoid being wrinkled. I slowly took off each shoe, placed them in a simple fashion next to his desk. HIS BODY! Oh such an exquisite body. His color of his skin glistened, his. Some gallery owners had kind words but rarely any space for me. I met a few enthusiastic people with very little money. I'd sell a painting now and then and be content with the progress. But, you know, to be ecstatic about a year in which my gross income managed to push beyond the three-digit range, that wasn't quite me. It didn't even pay for the fucking supplies. I was never sure what Melissa felt about all this growing up. Telling her class at the beginning of each school year, oh, my daddy. I knew exactly what happened. It happened more than once before.“He canceled?” I asked.“Yep. He's got some car trouble. Oh what a crock of shit,” Sasha replied.Then she sat down on the toilet and sparked a tear. I felt so bad for her.“Well screw him. He just missed out on something great,” I said.“Well that's really sweet of you Robert, but maybe I'm just getting too old now,” Sasha replied.“No, you are only 48, not 68. You still got some good years coming, and if he doesn't wanna be a part of. Her life suddenly focused on orbiting around Andrew Holt. She had been very much in love with him. Looking back now, it had been beyond love, it had been an obsession. She became completely devoted to him. She had fallen into a submissive role without even understanding what he was demanding of her. She could not say no to him. In time she had learned that Andrew had other lovers.This had ultimately resulted in Kimberly's first lesson in discipline. Furiously she had confronted him with her.