There sitting on the back steps were the twins. They were drunk and shushed me repeatedly, "can't wake up momma — be very quiet Santa. We just need ... little help, Gram has gone to the 24 hour drugstore to get her prescription and we left our purses in her car, so we are looking for the hidden key to get in."I pretended to find the key and opened the door. They pulled me in and continued to exhort me to be very quiet. I managed to get them to sit down by the tree. They appeared to doze off. June became a more regular guest, keen to watch Joan draw me, and often suggesting variations in my positions. She clearly loved the sight of my naked body, and was not embarrassed to admit it. However she never flirted. I really believe she was motivated, purely by the commercial possibilities of Joan's art.As for the art itself, I never actually saw a completed painting before I had to return to Sydney, and University. There were numerous sketches, and dabblings. She would complete them when. She was right, there were so many toys. Anal beads, small butt plugs, large dildos, dildos that vibrated, some that didn't. Pocket rockets. Prostrate milkers. Pocket pussys. I told Lizzie to order whatever she liked and surprised me. So that night in bed as I was trying to sleep Lizzie sat there, circling items she would like to try.I sort of forgot all about the toys. Then one day I came home early. I walked up the stairs and as I got closer to the bedroom I heard a loud buzzing. I stood in. She ignored him and walked faster. Being that he was in a car, this was pretty useless. "Hey," he said more forcefully, "I'm talking to you, bitch." She glanced nervously at him and kept walking. He lost his patience and pulled out a gun, pointing it at her. She stopped walking. "Get it the car." He sounded terrifyingly calm now, confident he would have his way. Not having been exposed much to firearms, she froze in fear where she stood. He got out of the car and walked to her, keeping the gun.