‘I should be on my way too. I want to thank you for giving my art some dignity and for taking a chance on an unknown coal town gal.’ ‘You artist... are all alike. You critique yourselves too harshly. I just hung them up to make them easier to see the dignity is in the paintings themselves and in the heart of the artist. You have no idea how good you really are, do you?’ ‘I don’t see myself as good or bad. I merely paint what my passions and moods dictate. I put what is inside of me on the. There are 10 empty beds downstairs, and no one else is sleeping down there. We unlock the door and Brad leads me by the hand to the private room, the one that doesn't have a shared bathroom. He begins to give me the best shoulder massage I've had in a long time and I moan in sheer appreciation! "Oh god Kim, do you moan like that when you cum?" He pushes me back to the bed, and we start to fumble with each others clothes. I am no longer exhausted and it appears, neither is he!!! We are. I’m not bad looking myself. I’m pretty tall with long brown hair, and green eyes. I have a tone and muscular build from all the football I played back in high school. Rachel has never had a serious boyfriend, as far as I know. She fools around with the occasional guy, and has been known to have a couple one night stands, but she doesn’t want anything serious. I watch her walk out the door to go to work, her hips swaying with each step, and thank the heavens she lives with me. I do as I’m told. And he was currently berating himself for notonly not bothering to try to get his control back, he was now feelingguilty over the way he had just treated Mel.But right now... tough!He had put it off long enough... too long! He should have started theminute he woke up this morning - or maybe even last night... or a weekago. But what did it matter, he still knew he could get it all backquickly. In just a few hours - hopefully.He had wasted way too much of the day. But starting right now... he.