You want me to stay at home and wait for you to decide to spend some time with me. When you aren't being Peter Parker, boy photographer, you are out w...b swinging and wall crawling while I sit here at home and stare at the walls and wait to hear that Spider-Man has finally been whacked by some super criminal or other. I'm not going to do it any more Peter. I will have a career and you can sit home waiting from now on," and then she flounced of to the bathroom and he heard the shower start. ‘Sometimes the goddess has that effect,’ she said in her rhythmic French, smiling at him. Roland immediately recognized her accent from the West Indies. ‘Careful, her skin is lush.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ he said as he took his hand away from the canvas, ‘I never touch a painting before it’s finished, it’s bad luck.’ ‘Well thank you, Monsieur…’ she paused. ‘Let me introduce myself,’ he said, placing a kiss on her hand and taking in her voluptuous curves, ‘my name is Roland Bertrand, I am the owner. She slowly turned around in his arms as he kissed her lips, his hands finding her ass as he slowly lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he walked over to the center island. He sat her down and continued to kiss her as he untied the apron revealing her almost see-through white tank top. Her nipples had become hard from all the kissing and touching, and were now poking through the paper thin fabric that covered them. She ran her hands along the back of Ian's neck and down his. Why did the bloody idiot have to clang the galvanised bucket on the floor with every movement he made?The compulsory question was about polarised light and Snell's law, but I just couldn't quite get my head around it with the recent distraction, so I left it, and went on to try and work out my likeliest three other questions. There frankly wasn't much to choose, so I knocked out two or three sides of equations and description for each of them, and went back to the compulsory question with only.