I wondered if Picasso or Dali ever felt that way? Maybe there’s a hidden cache of Matisse paintings of dissections or lovers that he never showed an...one. The picture was of Ralph, dissected, laid bare. But when someone looked at the painting, it was me that was cut open—my heart exposed.Anyway, I was feeling like a real artist, spending eight or ten hours a day in the studio and just getting lost in the painting. I did half a dozen variations on the Tent City painting, and two of them I. Sandra was glad when they eventually reached the parking lot. At least now, she and her dad would continue on their own and the temptation of having sex with Nicole, would be gone. Sandra looked at Nicole again and how her drenched T-shirt was sticking to the woman's sweaty body.And then, they all stopped running when they had reached the parked car where they had met Erik and Nicole.Charles looked at his naked daughter. The look on his face told Sandra that he hadn't thought about something,. He grabbed the top of her coarse sodden dress behind her neck and ripped it down to her waist, baring her back. Then he tore it across for a few inches before tearing it back up to the neckline producing a strip of material which he used to bandage her right foot. He then roughly tore a second strip from the bottom of the dress exposing the back of her legs almost to her buttocks and proceeded to use that to bandage the other foot. The Sergeant walked forward checking the other prisoners. (Yes, I knowit sounds strange, but you don’t know Donna.)I only resisted briefly when she reached out an arm andpulled my face down to hers. As she drew me close I hadan impression of perfect tits jiggling when she flexedher arm, of wonderfully full lips slightly parted asshe pulled me ever closer.I still remember the feeling of complete liberationwhen our lips met that first time. I love to kiss, butuntil then I’d reserved my passion only for guys. I’dkissed girls before, but.