Annette began working on her first novel. Les had classes in both museum and gallery practices and a practicum in arts management. He had really taken...to being a literary agent and it looked like that would be the major division of labor in the new agency.My other classes were Senior Studio, which was essentially independent study to prepare for my BFA exhibition, and Professional Practices, which was to prepare me for the business side of being an artist. I was glad I had Morgan to help me. At that point JM wanted to fuck her badly and knew he had to delicately convince her to come to his place. He pulled out his finger and kissed her gently as whispered something into her ear. I could see Viki shake her head and say, “I’m sorry but I’m married.”JM seemed to look sad and said, “Okay, I have a car and driver so let me drop you home then.”Viki kissed him deep and long and said, “Thank you for being a gentleman and yes that would nice.” And then she gave him a naughty smile and said,. ”“Look at her stomach and legs. You have muscle tone. Flex your calves. See,” I pointed. “Most women wear heels so their calves look good. You don’t have to. She,” I pointed to the computer, “almost looks flabby compared to you. She’s sexy. You’re sexy. And you aren’t even trying to be. You’re just trying to be in good shape.”“I work at it. It’s important. Guys don’t even know how big a deal it is.”“Well, whatever you’re doing, you can ease up a bit. You know what else?” I was on a roll. “Some. After showing me how much she appreciated the drink I gave her, she stood up and said, "NOW it's my turn!" She walked to the vanity, picked up my hair brush and walked back to me. God, I thought she was going to spank me with the brush. That was not the case. Rather, she said, "Fuck me with this brush!" I jumped up like the hotel's fire alarm had begun to sound. I took the brush and guided her to the bed.I positioned her ass to the same spot as I'd occupied with mine. I did not wait, for she.