Harper’s smile floods the frame, and her curls in full expansion reach to her shoulders. Like her mother, except she’s got my coloring, brownish h...ir and nary a freckle anywhere. Harper is dressing after her swim. She leans forward to pull on her clothes and her breasts are prominent, but my print is artfully cropped and does not reveal too much. Sarah likes the original image, a complete nude, more.No longer a child, Harper is firm and rounded. She’s healthy and curvy, not fat. I know Sarah. "Then the passionate kiss she planted on my lips left no doubt as to what she meant. And I certainly wasn't in any kind of mood to argue. A moment later, we were stripping off my clothes and moving towards the bedroom.---In the morning, I winced from the gashes on my back as I readied myself for work. Jenny had never done that to me before, but then again, she'd never had fingernails as long or sharp as she did now either. In fact, she had been pretty aggressive all around while we were having. We were exhausted when we got home. And we weren’t finished. I had all I needed for the exhibition, but it was going to take all summer to get all forty pieces printed, checked and signed. Kate and I would be back in Georgia often after the wedding. Erika shipped all the art prints we needed for the exhibition to us so we could finish signing.We were a week away from moving into our new home. Three weeks from the chapel dedication. Five weeks from Lissa’s due date. Six weeks from our wedding.. It was one of the many inconveniences they had to suffer.Benin recognised the colours of the hand crafted little plaque that appeared on her desk one morning. The carved Siberian scene had been carefully colourised with the office fountain pen ink. An elk stood proud, surveying the taiga as it erupted in the brilliant colours of the brief Spring. Benin had no doubt who the artist was. Such a gift would never have occurred to John.Pavel breezed in trying to pretend that it was business as usual..