. breathe, for Christ's sake. You call that art? And, how can you sell it?'He chuckled. Carl is as skeptical as I am about the division between art an... showmanship and bullshit. He's a fine sculptor, and a good showman who can combine art and showmanship with style. He hates bullshit as much as I do. I'm an actress, work repertory theater."No, that isn't art any more than sitting on the toilet is art. No. I mean, you come in and you see her there.' He gestured toward his posing stand. "She's. Slowly, that jewelled hand moved down from her lap towards her knee. I caught my breath when I saw it reach the nylon and then move back towards her... beneath her skirt. She could not be doing what I think, or hoped, she was doing?Her knees parted slightly, enough to give room for that hand to move directly to the place between her legs.A moist glistening tongue came out of her small mouth and licked her red lips so very slowly. Her eyes clenched behind those small-framed expensive glasses.I. Me: It’s OK. I’ll be there for your recovery.Bethesda : That was the best birthday I’ve ever had.Bethesda : You know if this goes out of hands our lives will get stir.. ed.Present day 23 April 2017.What a dream it was. Or was it even a dream? I got up freshened myself and got out to go to work. Oh, I forgot. After I came to know Bethesda was pregnant. I told her I was been called for work back again and they need me for a big consignment to be signed with another company.As usual, the traffic. I was also worried that my friend may see me lusting over a maid. So I watched her very secretively. After she left, while bathing I masturbated thinking of her. The next two days again I watched her body keenly. She had big, juicy breasts. Looking at her blouse it seemed like ripe mangoes hanging from a cloth bag. I wanted to suck those mangoes and drink their juice. But I lacked the courage. Then, the third day morning, my room-mate had to leave early for office. When Shanti came, I was alone.