Um ... one thing ... You might not like everything you see and ... um...”“Look, just set up your scene and I’ll set up mine. We can flip a coin ...o see who goes first.” With that she started setting up her easel and sketchbook while I started working on the drapery the way I imagined it.“This bed is perfect. How did you manage this?”“That Watteau painting you said you liked when we were talking about drapery—The Toilet. And the picture you showed me by Boucher—Resting Maiden. This reminded me of. I did think it was very courageous of you to continue!" Was... um, could you see," she fumbled with what she wanted to ask, "uh, did I, you know, expose too much?" Well, personally," I said softly, gazing into her eyes, "I would love to have seen more. In answer to your question, however, I'd have to say that most of the audience now knows how delectable your nipples are. I wouldn't be surprised if you get asked out by some of them when they sober up."She smiled ironically and replied, "I was. You rub a bit more, and he starts to stir. You cant help imagining how it would feel, sliding yourself over his manhood, and you start to undo his jeans. just as you finish, Joe rolls towards you. "Still awake?" he asked sleepily. "You make it a bit hard to sleep!" You smile at him. you slide your hand inside his jeans, Joe jumps a little, and moans as you grip him gently. "I think that should have been my line!" he jokes. Joe slides his jeans down a bit, taking his boxers with them. he does it. Doyle had to move closer to see what was going on.Laura was sitting as she might have done had the tub been in normal use. Her back rested against the steeply curving end of the bath, her elbows hanging over the sides, her legs pulled up so that her feet were near her butt, and her knees, as I said, resting against the sides of the tub.Between her knees on the floor of the bath sat a round transparent plastic container with the lid carelessly thrown beside it. The container was half filled with.