Some would say perpetual wanderer, others would just call it being creative.” He gave her a look that told her she had not pleased him with her casu...lness. “I’m an artist.” “So is Madonna.” “Funny. Really, though. I paint, some of my work is starting to pick up. One of the bottles behind the bar caught my eye, and I started to draw it.” “Is your artwork being showcased here in town?” “Not here, no. I have a few pieces in a small gallery in SoHo, but have mainly sold privately to clients.” . If you combined what Stick and I'd make over the next year it was close to two point five million dollars. We could afford to pay some people to help us. We had a meeting with Jim on Monday, so I decided to go surfing in the morning. The waves were sweet on Friday, and that night I called Rhonda to see if she wanted to go surfing in the morning.Saturday was interesting. Susan and Rhonda were waiting for me, and so we went over to Cocoa Beach. It was somewhat crowded, because of the good waves,. I remember her face being flushed and her eyes wild with passion... her mouth gaped and smiled widely as I caught my breath...I made a pot of tea and we chatted for a while. It was lovely to lie back and be naked together. She accepted the offer of a shower and we soaped our bodies. I couldn't resist her. My hands and mouth slid down her body with the warm water... her breasts were deliciously pert and her nipples swelled in my mouth. Her soft moans began to mingle with mine as my hand ran. It was the final embassy party and get together for Ambassador Schmitt and family before they went back to Uganda next Wednesday. They had done everything on their wish list, all the museums, monuments, the Washington zoo, several universities; they even spent two days in New York City.There was a long list of officials who were invited; a who’s who in the Washington State Department circle and there where were plenty of officials in town. The State Department was having an official meeting.