Later I even took some advanced classes to be with you. But you were handsome, popular, and surrounded by pretty coeds, and I am sure that you never n...ticed me, in the two years we were together at school. I almost passed out when I saw you walking towards my sisters and I at the beach in France that summer after you graduated."You are all sisters?" But then, before I could even say hello, you managed to spirit away Angeline and convince her you were a native son. She only learned of your true. Seo added, “And I suppose it’s necessary for art. You have to strive for art above all else. Affection for a model is less than useless. It puts you…well, in a rut, like you’ve been doing.” We all laughed, and she continued, “Your work supposedly becomes hackneyed, like a lover you’ve kept too long. The artworld is great for psychopathy that everybody dresses up as pseudo-philosophical bullshit. It’s what the system is built on. Shock the bourgeoisie, hump, pump, and dump the model, and bugger. Not knowing what to do after this shocking incident I just stood there. After about two minutes, Shobha auntie came out dressed in a nightie. She had dark circles around her eyes, her hair was in a miss and still she was looking beautiful. I thought how that fucking husband of hers could beat up such a beautiful woman. She apologized for having troubled me. I just stood there gawking at her. Then I said something that would make way for one the most enticing relationships of my life. I said. Her bright eyes stared into mine from a few feet away. It came back to me that I was naked, but she did not approach and I did not feel ashamed though I was always taught to cover myself. Her expression was alert, but her eyes looked up and down my body with wonder. She was young and beautiful, her skin a caramel brown, and she did not speak.I sat up against the trunk of the maple, my unshaven legs closed at the knees. She moved closer, tentatively. She was one of the wild people who lived.