And when I worry, I paint.I went to the studio which had not been used that much for painting since I’d been spending most of my time outside with a...four-inch brush. I’d discovered that to do a large-scale painting, you have to scale up your tools too. Our initial problems had been around using brushes that were too small, so the shading and gradations we’d been doing were too fine to be seen from fifty yards away.But in the studio, I had a new canvas and sketched in the image of Wendy. I. When I finished moving, we both looked at each other at arm's length. I pushed myself to do what I was thinking of doing for the past five minutes, which was to kiss her. As I was thinking of going ahead, I was caught in two minds: one was saying 'this is a very bad idea' and the other was saying 'go ahead, nothing bad is going to happen in later days'. So, when I finally decided, I went in and kissed my step mum on the lips. To all my happiness, my step mother didn't flinch but carried on the. She made a sound of disgust as she felt the slippery warmth of my saliva on her cheek. But her resistance towards me decreased, andI was able to turn around her face, and I felt my lips getting tucked in between hers. I sensed her own saliva on my mouth. I kissed her long and hard. Then she pushed me away. It was only then that I realized that I had my eyes closed till that moment. Saranya didn’t say anything to me. She just walked briskly away. Meekily I left for the gym. No need to say, I was. She curled up closer to him ran her finger across his chin and asked, “Where do we go from here Reverend?” His blue-eyes met her seductive emerald-green eyes. They seemed to shimmer with flecks of gold. This blue-eyed devil pulled at her like a moth to a flame. “Cindy, call me Herb. Where do you want it to go from here?” “I’m not sure, but I do want to take things slowly and get to know you more, out of bed.” “May I suggest coming to the real prayer meeting every Wednesday night for.