"The unicorn whinnied and cast a baleful eye at the strange artist, histhoughts easy to interpret.Colin just couldn't resist and ambled over for a bet...er look. Up closehe could see over the gnome's shoulder that he was working on anoriginal of one of those ubiquitous black velvet paintings that seemedto grace the walls of ninety percent of young girls' bedrooms at somepoint in their lives. He did the unicorn's majesty justice, embellishingthe image with just the right amount of silvery glitter. Clad in a black see-through robe over ice-blue bra and panties, she was a knockout. It was hard to believe that she had borne two children, as her stomach was flat and free of stretch marks. Before anything else happened she directed my attention to the windowsill of the window that overlooked the backyard. She pointed to a hideous-looking sunflower made of plaster set in a Dixie cup. "Do you see this? It always sits off to the side of the window. If you ever see it anywhere else then do not. Pouting, Greta said, "Ok, mister, why do you love me?" I asked as Itwirled my unfortunately and mysteriously greasy hair."Well," said Jack, "you're kind, intelligent, open-minded, sexy as hell,and just plain brilliant."I mocked surprised and looked around surprised. "Who me?" I asked.Jack smiled, a little bit deviously for some odd reason, saying, "Whoelse is there?"At this, I couldn't contain myself. I bit my lip and giggled beforecoming closer to Jack and putting my hand behind his head.. It had been a longtime and I nearly came then and there. She handed me a drink and thestrong liquor scent made me aware that it was going to be a verydifferent night for me. She had indicated that this was her weekend todo to me; the next time would be mine, so she wanted to make sure that Itook good notes. As the warmth of the alcohol hit me, she began removingmy cloths and piling them on the chair. The curtains were drawn and thelights were low so I really couldn't see much of what she.