”“Bye.” I thumbed the phone off.I removed my clothing and waited. She made within the hour. I opened the door and she rushed inside. I closed th... door and she knelt before me. She inhaled my cock taking it into her throat. She sucked hard for a few moments. She stood and reached under her skirt pulling her panties down and then stepping out of them. She faced away from me and bent over an arm chair. Her legs were spread and I moved behind her. I pushed into her butt and she groaned, “Oh, fuck!. .." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "They look like he loved her."I opened my eyes. I'd collapsed in bed after Rita left and just thought about what I'd painted until I was so exhausted from my own confusion that I fell asleep. I could see it. I knew what I'd done. I'd simply used Rita as a placeholder as I attempted to paint Allison again. And I hadn't done a particularly good job of it. My original painting had been free. The new one was deliberate and controlled—an inappropriate theme. Marty in general did not like politicians‭; I couldn't say that I blamed him, since they killed the cigarette industry. It was cigarettes that had made Marty rich. The kids got the farm, but the price for tobacco took a big hit, so it was worth a lot less than they had expected. Even with the giant export business, the prices continued to fall.Since Max bought the minivan, I reinvested the money in a BMW. I would have gotten a Mercedes, except that I didn't want to look too prosperous. A hungry. "I don't know why it keeps pulling it's feathers out. I told Dan that it's defective and he needed to take it back and get it replaced," Carly prattled on. They continued on the tour of the rest of the house."So, Tabby, how's your love life? Are you still with that woman? Gwen?" It's Gwynneth. No, she had to move back to California to nurse her brother. He was brutally beaten, with two broken legs and a broken arm," Tabitha said uneasily. She remembered that night Gwynneth left, breaking off.