The thing was that despite how clearly aroused he became about Elle, he could hardly stand her in a normal situation. Her idea of conversation was to ...ontinually prattle on about whatever nonsense came into her head. It had long been a pet peeve of his when people talked for no other reason than to hear themselves speak. So much so that any desire he might have when he was in the middle of doing his naughty taboo deeds of actually attempting to seduce Elle was quickly snuffed out as soon as he. It had hardly changed. I tried frantically to remember what pet names I'd used for her back then."Hey, CBD! What'cha up to?" Grrr, I told you not to call me that," the smile in her voice belying the words. CBD stood for -cute, but dumb," a nickname she earned one day in the cafeteria after a malapropism worthy of Gracie Allen left us all in stitches. But in 1984 a woman aspiring to be a professional, no matter how bright, still couldn't always count on a fair hearing -- having that nickname. I didn't bother to dress. I have several work spaces in the studio set up to let me work on different kinds of paintings and sketches. I sat in a comfortable chair, set the coffee on a table and pulled a small sketchbook and soft pencil out. In two hours, I'd moved to a larger sketchpad and the remaining half cup of coffee was cold.I moved to an easel with large sheets of rough paper and experimented with charcoal as I drew sweeping curves. The figure leaned back toward the left of the paper,. Our record for one day was five cumshots each.The weekends were different. Someone was at my or his house almost all of the time so we had to control ourselves until Monday came along. But sometimes we couldn't hold back and we would do it outdoors. Either behind some thick bushes in his yard or in the narrow walkway that was between our wooden backyard fence and the neighbor's detached garage. Risky for sure, but it was a risk we could manage by checking out the area beforehand, by doing it.