I smirk. “Wouldn’t it be fun to go at it, right here, where anybody could see us?”“Or, we could go back to the room and go all out,” you say...I kiss you again, then stand up and reach my hand out.“I’d like that.”I shoot hungry glances at you as we walk. I see a glint in your eye as if you know what’s coming. My mind is already racing, thinking of what I’m going to do to you.The elevator door closes. I pull you in and kiss you hard, putting my hand up your shirt and feeling your abs. You bite my. That you would be forced to askwhat expression, posture, setting, colors, texture, style, and material...best translates the real you?" It's not happening. It's painful-" -It's not supposed to be easy, self discovery never is," Maya said,and then she shrugged. "But perhaps this is beyond you? Maybe youshould think about becoming an Art Historian, or an Art Critic?" Wait here; I've got a knife in my car toolbox. I'll get it and letyou ram it into my heart. You know, to put me out of my. “Yeah sure mom” I replied. It might be nice to spend the night with her. As mom went upstairs to shower. I resisted the urge to go watch and tried to pick a movie. Eventually I decided on one and loaded it up. Not long after I heard my mom come downstairs. She went into the kitchen briefly and then came through holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. She was wearing one of my t shirts, which just covered her ass and she had some booty shorts on.“Don't mind do you?” She asked, biting her. Things were different back then, we were innocents. Today there’s far too much sex. It’s everywhere, even …’ I tailed off as I looked up and saw his stone face. ‘Yes, I know. I’m off on a tangent.’ Our lunch arrived and we sipped our brandies. ‘You may not remember Bill’s Wood. You were still a baby when we left Shirley and moved to Dorridge. Wartime, the wood was far larger. My best friend was Steve, Steve Potts. You wouldn’t know him, we drifted apart many years ago.’ Steve, dear chum. Why.