Moai was probably the last person he was expecting, but the sight of her broke loose the worst of his grief. He cried hard for a good five minutes bef...re his pain and sadness burned itself out, leaving him nearly calm and suddenly aware of where he was and of the soft, feminine arms holding him.He felt, through her arms, strange, foreign emotions, things that he had never felt before, emotions for which he had no name. Whatever it was, though, he liked it and so for another minute, he was. "Nell picked up her glass and had a sip. She grabbed his hand and towed him into the small sitting room at the back. They sat on the sofa together. Ralph raised his glass."To you and me, Nell darling." Us!" She touched her glass to his and they both had a sip."Mm!" they chorused and then just looked at each other."Thank you, Nell," he said softly."Thank you," she whispered back.He shook his head. "No! Fifty-fifty." I suppose." She grinned. "How about sixty-sixty?" Or more."He put his drink down. I was still pumping her endlessly.“Yā Allah!” Vaqārunnisā Saiyad breathed, “It’s wonderful. It’s wonderful.”How many times Vaqārunnisā Saiyad’s virgin, Saiyad cunt exploded on my Hindu Penis bathing it completely repeatedly even Vaqārunnisā Saiyad could’t say.She was never so happy, never so happy.Even when I pulled out, Vaqārunnisā Saiyad at once bent on her knees, held my Hindu Penis between her Saiyad thumb and pointing finger, and seperating her beautiful Saiyad female buttocks apart, put. ”"Okay, then, why do you always paint women?" I paint landscapes, too."“Hmm… but most of your paintings are of naked women. Why is that?"I inhaled deeply, trying to think of an answer that would suffice while she opened her checkbook. I’d never actually thought I’d be questioned about my subject matter and I took several moments to think about an appropriate answer.I sighed, unable to think of anything poetic or artsy. I mentally shrugged and decided to tell the truth. "Essentially, I paint.