”Jared swore to himself in frustration. “What’s you name?”“Liz.”“Like the music?”“What are you talking about?”“Nothing,” he sa...d. “I’m Jared by the way.”“So what do you want with me Jared?”“Tell me where everyone is?”“Like I said before, probably at the river patrolling it.”“Good,” he said. “So you want to help me with a major problem?”“Like?” She said. Jared undid his pants and dropped them to his feet. Liz gasped. “That’s huge,” she said. He grinned. To her eyes it must have been. “What are. Melinda's reverence in thought was interrupted by the smell of smoke. It took her only a second to realize that the smell was not of wood or paper, but something sweeter. Eyes opening wide she realized the smell was tobacco. Turning she saw the tall man walking a distance behind her. She was positive that it was the same man she has seen earlier, Melinda walked a little faster, quietly whispered to herself 36, 12, 32... 36, 12, 32.The street lamps were spaced further apart as she left the town. ”“No, no,” I replied quickly. “It’s not your fault. It’s just that landscapes don’t really inspire me anymore.”“Well, why don’t you paint me then?” asked Vanessa.“O.K.,” I replied, picking up my brush and applying a splodge of blue paint to the end of her nose.“No, silly,” she said, trying to wipe away the paint with the back of her hand and only succeeding in smearing it across both cheeks so that she looked like an American Indian in full war-paint. “I mean paint me in the nuddy,” she. Well one other thing on my mind. Eva.The day we'd parted in Paris had been hard. I'd left with a heavy heart and in a black mood. The prospect of not seeing Eva for what, 6 weeks, was a heavy wrench. True we'd spent hours on the phone too each other but it was simply not the same. My thoughts drifted back to that incredible night we'd shared together. Just the thought of Eva, naked, blues eyes alive with passion was enough to get my cock twitching and the images racing through my head of Eva.