“Yer mean me… me mam ‘ad us in ‘ere?”“Yes Hakuchou.”“Wot on ‘er own?”“Oh no of course not. She had help of course.”“Oo… oo...‘elped ‘er?” But somehow Julie already knew the answer to that question.“Why she had several helpers but I was the midwife. I delivered you with my own hands on that very futon Hakuchou.” Shiro-san smiled softy and placed a hand on Julie’s shoulder. “It has taken you nearly eighteen years to come back to me. But you have come back and it is my joy, my little Hakuchou as. We’d heard the old adage so frequently that we automatically supplied the end. Fortunately, everyone at the table laughed.“Well, yes; there is that. But I also know enough to listen to what people who do know art have to say about it. I went back to look at it again this afternoon after Lissa went to the gym.”“You did?” Lissa asked. “Why?”“I took Ben Bowers with me.” My heart started beating in my throat. Ben Bowers is the art critic for the Times. That might not seem like much in a town like. I realised that she was practicing for her course and was using me as a guinea pig.I was entranced and breathless as each minute went by and I watched a boy fade away to be replaced by a girl. Every second I watched Lucy like a hawk, desperate to remember everything she was doing. Foundation, powder, contour, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, the list went on and on but by the time she applied the gloss to my pink lips, slightly overdrawn to accentuate them, I was enraptured by what I saw in the. I didn’t think this was a working assignment,” laughing and pouring some oil onto my hands. Since dating Stretch, it had been a while since I had my oiled hands-on Juice’s body. But this time it was to cover her tanned flesh and not to play with any of its oiled parts. None the less, rubbing the oil over Juice’s well-muscled body was always a turn-on for me. I ensured my hands covered her breasts, her stomach, inner thighs, butt, and all parts between. It was obvious that Juice had been.