’ ‘Maybe he already has, Olivia. Maybe this man is a bodyguard for you.’ ‘But why would Eugene hire a guard for me and not tell me about it?�... ‘You have a good point… the only other thing that I can think of…’ ‘Yes?’ ‘…Is maybe that Anna…’ she paused. ‘You mean, a spy for Anna? That makes even more sense. I think you may be right, Henriette,’ I could feel myself growing angry. ‘The nerve of her! She still thinks she can run my life! She wants nothing to do with me, until it comes down to my. "No," she said, "but I took a photo of her on my mobile of all things and it came out beautifully so I painted the lady.Dorothy shook her head in disbelief."I'll show you the photo," laughed Harriet and led her to a shed in the garden where she had a blown up print of the cow."My studio," she said. "I have the shed in this family."It was only a portrait sized print but Dorothy could see how Harriet had been able to develop it. The shed was no ordinary garden shed. The walls had been insulated. Her legs were muscular trunks covered in smooth tanned and freckled skin, through which the outlines of her muscles played as she walked.Her face was pretty, and well covered with freckles. What little makeup she wore seemed only to highlight the natural colors of her facial features. She had strong cheekbones, straight, slightly pointed nose beneath clear grey eyes, and a wide mouth surrounded by delicate, narrow lips.On the short drive to the house, I learned that Molly had decided to take. But, as nature began calling, Kevin wondered where the little boy's room was located. Marlika must have told him where the bathroom was last night, but he couldn't remember where it was at the moment. As he continued to search for the room, Kevin soon began thinking there might be something wrong with him. Inexplicably, his body felt very peculiar and somewhat odd as he moved about from room to room. Even his very movements themselves sometimes felt strange to him. He couldn't quite.