I replied “yes”.We released each other and when I reached for my clothes, she asked me “do we need clothes now as we have to take them off later...��. She said with a naughty smile on her face. She then headed for the door accentuating the sway of her hips and went to the kitchen to take the dinner.So I waited for her at the dining table and she came with a plate of dinner and she sat on my lap facing me. She fed me and I also fed her, while we were feeding each other she was slowly grinding my. I hadn't realized what was happening to my work until the past two months when I'd done two paintings that stood out from the rest. My work, all technically good, had become ... I couldn't think of any word but "commercial" to describe what I was doing.I'm not ashamed of that. Some of the great artists over the centuries had supplemented their work with portraiture, graphics, and even decorating. But my work had evolved to a point where it wasn't really worth anything else. I painted nice, sexy. I knew she was charging them.I had a few drinks, talked with a couple of the guys, and even shot a few games of pool with Eddie.Sammy came in, walked over to me, and said, “My son paid your daughter twenty dollars to fuck her ass last week. He said that he wasn’t the first one that night to butt fuck her either. Just thought that you should know. Oh yes, and one thing he said that he got five of his buddies to get twenty bucks from their fathers. All six of those little bastards are going to. But there it is again, that sense of inevitability. Despite myself, despite common sense, social norms and my relationship with Jess, I already know that I’m going to go inside.-He’s left the door open for me and is sitting on the sofa, a guitar next to him. Does he play? I wonder. He’s wearing khaki shorts and a white t-shirt that clings to his chest just enough to show the curve of his pecs. He picks up the guitar and leans it carefully against the wall. There’s something about the way he.