"Where've you been?" Jean scooted over to make room, and the page clacked in Patty Ann's favor. "We were just about to give up on you." Coleman-Hill A...ency," I burbled over the blare of Peter Noone. "A job interview. Miss Timmons excused me right after Chemistry finals so I could get there in time."Patty Ann's spoon and jaw dropped simultaneously. "How did you-?'"Coleman-Hill is one of my dad's friend's clients."Jean whistled. "Wow! They want you to model?" Hardly," I laughed and signaled. She worried about doing anything sexual in front of Adrian, even things that were technically allowed despite the ban, such as mutual masturbation, for fear of sliding down a slippery slope and losing all control. But on the other hand, she was too aroused, after many hours of repressing her desires, not to mention watching Adrian's erect bulge bouncing all over the kitchen, to act in a completely non-sexual manner.As she and Adrian carried their completed meals to the dining room table, she. . well. I do representational work. Portraits. I've actually even sold a couple. Only to -- you know -- regular people. Friends. Acquaintances. But they were legitimate sales, and the buyers were very pleased with their purchases!" Well, that's... interesting. I'd like to see some of your work." You're going to. You're going to see one of my paintings -- tonight." Tonight?" Tonight, yes. Right now, I mean... At the apartment." All right. But you still haven't... told me what it is, that's. I cooked his favorite meal, and served his plate with a cold beer. Do you like your meal sweetheart? It looks good while staring at his blackberry&hellip, Do you like my outfit? Its crotch less, and your dessert is waiting. I say with a sly smirk. Not in the mood for dessert, Tiff&hellip, How about some hot wet snatch then? Trying to pretend I didnt know what he meant. Sitting on the corner of the table with my thighs open. I said NO, I am eating, then I have work to do! Chugging his beer.