“You know, no one’s going to buy that at that price,” Bartleby said as we looked at the new arrangement. “It wouldn’t surprise me if Caldwel... drops the price fifty percent in the middle of the opening.”“He’ll be sued if he does,” I said calmly. “All the artwork in this room is here on consignment at his insistence. Contractually, the artist has the right to remove the piece from display rather than agree to a price adjustment. We have two weeks contracted in this room and will leave it empty. I suppose I always knew it but never really understood it before Kay moved in to my house and we talked. We talk almost every night when Kay isn't working or studying. We talk while we play cards. If we're not playing cards we read and listen to music, not much talking then. We don't have what might be considered an exciting life but we're okay."Robert's next statement left me wondering because I didn't know what he meant and I didn't want to make an issue of it. "Yeah, Rob, you certainly are.". ” “Valerie,” he replies, while standing up. He takes my hand, spins me around while looking at me from head to heels and then kisses my neck and lips. Then he moves back to his chair and as he sits down, he pulls me to the edge of his desk in front of him. As if in a slow-motion movie scène, he starts by letting me sit on his desk, lifting my heels onto the armrests of his chair. He puts his hands on each of my ankles, moving them very sensually up to my knees. From there his hands wander over. " And we teased her from that day on with the hated new nickname.My hands explored her body as I continued to talk to her—to tell her my most private thoughts and what her coming meant to me this weekend. I asked, "Remember your junior prom?"She nodded."I still have the picture of Jim, you and me before your dork date showed up.She giggled.I talked to her as my hands and fingers continued to touch her body everywhere. I told her how beautiful she was and that I wished I had seen her beauty.