“You know, eventually you are going to have to pose for me, too,” Mavis said. School was out for another two weeks after Christmas and Mavis had o...fered to pose for me ... just for something to do. I was really getting into having models using drapes in all kinds of classical poses like I’d done with Kendra. Of course, we were using them as inspiration and not trying to duplicate the poses. I had in mind doing a full suite of paintings of Mavis, though I hadn’t mentioned it yet.I needed to see. By traveling south with his army he had placed his own life in jeopardy, demonstrating that he did not value his existence any more than he valued the existence of his men. If they died, he would die. He knew it had to be that way if he expected them to follow him and his increasingly strange orders.He made decisions and plans based on carefully assessing what resources and options were available to him. He didn’t care about tradition or protocol: his only interest was doing what he thought was. I gotta ready for this next meeting, but I'll be at your place at seven sharp." At 6:00 I poke my head into his office and he looks up at me. "I'm leaving, now. I'll see you in an hour." "Alright, be safe," he says firmly and I nod. "Of course, I always am." I pick Lara up from her apartment at 6:25 and we head to a liquor store near my building. "Should we go with vodka, rum, or tequila?" "I dunno, babe. Just grab one," I say and walk around the small store. I grab an energy drink and candy. Trainer" in pink script on the front.I mince towards Coach Gibson. So none of our very aggressive (aka horny)athletes become distracted and drags me to a secluded part of the lockerroom for a pre-game 'lap job', or eating the 'fish taco' or 'the magiccarpet ride', I am always locked into a ball gag that only Coach Gibson orher staff have the key to. I kneel in front of her and wait, while she ismaking notes on her clipboard. She takes notice of me and locks thefairly large ball gag in place..