I thought Percy would enjoy me seeking his opinion on the matter. "Percy," I asked. Yes, my love.I was relieved by his term of endearment towards me. ...is anger seemed to have evaporated. "I think I may want to write a romantic story. What do you think?"Why would you think such a ridiculous notion? Poetry is the highest form of art, so why would you purposefully deviate from it."But, Mary wrote-"Mary never lived up to her parentage! I forbid you to waste our talents on vulgar prose!Our talents?. Us din mai 2 ghante tak bus ka wait ki magar koi bus nai mili 2 ghan te bad ek bus aayi to usme itni jyada bheed thi ki kya btaun par mai kisi tarah us bus me chadi bus me bilkul bi jagah nai thi tbi mai ek ladke jiski umar lagbhag 25 sal hogi se request kar ke uske bagal baith gayi us ladke ne bhe ed ka fayada utha ya aur dhere-2 mere peeth pe hath pher ne lga maine bheed ki wajah se use kuch nai kaha to uska hausla aur badh gya usne dhere se mera top khich kar uske andar apna hath dal kar. I was told by her I was going to and for us to fish and get to the kitchen table. Now I'm fine I don't fucking care who watches but clearly he was so far beyond scared it was almost funny. We walked in the kitchen and sat down. It sounded like she was deliberate in asking me about what she saw. I answered with I was invited over and you caught me doing what I love. Her son who's late 50's said I had followed him home and wouldn't leave. His mother just looked at him and saidbulshitty. She asked. ‘No,’ Adrian said, ‘If I thought I could do you justice I wouldn’t hesitate but…’ Shall we make a little agreement,’ Celeste said persuasively, ‘if after a few sittings you really do feel you can’t do me justice then we stop with no hard feelings, how’s that?’ ‘Well if you’re really sure, Celeste…’ ‘I am,’ she replied firmly. ‘Then when would you like to sit for me?’ ‘I’m flexible,’ she replied, ‘how often?’ ‘How about three times a week for a couple of hours at a time?’ They settled for.