Her painting was of an attractive dark haired young woman dressed in the fashion of the early twentieth century standing in three quarter profile to t...e left of an easel. Paintbrush in hand, She was critically examining a painting she had obviously just finished. Her painting was of an attractive dark haired young woman dressed in the fashion of the early twentieth century... and so on. Down to the point where the portrait was the size of a postage stamp, the clarity was such that you could. Teasefuly but overwhelmed d maybe a little tired. From the way she is holding her head and pinching her forehead at the tope of nose between her eyes she seems to be exhausted. "Evening, didn't know u was here" "Oh am I suppose to be checking in with u cuz I thought u needed to check in with me" she corrected me."No I I just. Sorry" i turn back to stock the shelve and she goes back to typing awkward silence runs for a mintue n i hear her mumble something to herself not sure what I look back and. He saw Hannah for about three more weeks, but then he found a new girlfriend who was rather too conservative for such an arrangement. As for me, I had already become quite attracted to Hannah, and at that time I was in the middle of a drought and had to make a great effort not to stare down Hannah's blouse and make a grab for what came into view every time I saw her; I constantly drained myself at night imagining myself in Phil's place and avoided thinking constantly about her seemingly. Feeling the tension drain away from between her shoulders she sighed in contentment. She reached for her other bottle and squirted out some of the body wash she favored rubbing it between her hands before starting to apply it to her body. Starting at the top and working her way down she started to scrub of the sweat and grime that a days worth of hard labor caused, before too long she began to pay special attention to her breasts and clit enjoying the feeling of her hands gliding over the slick.