" Great. You've got it. See you in a few."Bang, he hung up the phone and I went and got dressed in a little whitetop that just barely covered my tit..., red shorts and, after agonizing acouple of minutes, some red wedges with big bows to tie around theankles. I looked adorable. I put some classical music on in the mediaroom and waited. Dave got there within a couple of minutes. I took theice cream and sat down. "Get me a spoon from the kitchen, Dave." Uh, OK. Which way is the kitchen?"I. " She paused for a moment then added, "My name is Julie. I'm a real blonde."His knee-jerk reaction to this opening gambit caused him to knock over his drink. The bartender mercifully wiped it up quickly and efficiently and fixed him another.I placed my hand over his and told him I was glad to make his acquaintance. Up close I saw that he was indeed ruggedly handsome and very well built.He smiled at the two of us. It was an engaging smile with a host of hidden messages."This must be my lucky. She pointed over the heads of the surrounding pedestrians with a clawed finger. “There it is.”“Easy for you, you’re two feet taller than everyone else,” he grumbled as he changed direction and headed towards the store. He was surprised how much he missed holding her hand, but they had to keep up appearances. They didn’t want anyone who worked for the UN happening upon them being too friendly and reporting the potential conflict of interest to the council ahead of their meeting.They entered. Sean takes another puff of his joint and gently hands his camera to me. “Hold the camera steady, Aria. The world needs to watch the artist work, baby.” He grabs the bucket of magenta house paint and walks over to the tarp covered terrace. Sean pours the bucket of paint over his head, the magenta paint cascading down his face, picking up pace as it flows down his chest, over his genitals and pools at his feet. “I need help with my back Aria,” Sean says as he clears the paint around his mouth. I.