The ones that were finished were so beautiful they made her heart ache. Tabitha Jenkins had become the de facto supervisor of the finishing of the art...ork on the sets. Not only did she draw out the scenes on the flats, and number them for painting, she taught other kids how to do the painting itself, blending things together, where needed, to achieve one effect, and other techniques that brought the flats to breathtaking life, at least to Erica’s eyes.Another problem was that the kids knew. That is when i heard a nose in the other room. I got up and walked to the door. In the room stood an older boy shorts pulled down with the biggest dick i had ever seen in his hand. he turned his head and noticed me looking at him. He just said. are you going to stand thier and watch are you can help me out. I could not help from just staring at his dick. I slowly walked over to him and stood looking down at it. He asked me did i want to touch it and i said yes. I reached out and put my hand. She had long sun-streaked brown hair and the most beautiful brown eyes, thick with a naïve but devastating layer of mascara on the lower lids, and a few cute specks of make-up glitter on her cheeks. She wore a white vest top with what looked like a loose gym-bra underneath, and a pair of pale blue jeans that stopped at her calves. The nails of her toes, visible from a pair of straw sandals, were painted silver and chipped. She was chewing gum and intermittently created little pink candy-bubbles. Maybe she should just call the police instead. Yes, that was a good idea. As she whirled to head back down, she heard the noise again and it sounded like a woman’s cry. A woman? When she reached to the top of the stairs, she noticed that the bedroom door was half-closed. That was strange. She always closed the upstairs doors when she left for the day. Someone was definitely in the house. Please, God. Don’t let it be a burglar. The sound came again, this time louder and Chantal was convinced.