?I take your silence as a no? said Marco, leaning into the swing as he brought the phone book sideways into Barbara's tit, flattening it completely ag...inst her chest, sending Barbara into another series of yells as the entire breast is now reddened. Swinging again but this time against the other breast, receives the same howling again from her. Her voice going hoarse and barely a garbled hiss as he gives her breasts another 4 swings each. Flinging the book onto to the table, Marco wipes the few. She was incredibly beautiful behind that shy, quiet persona. Petite, firm yet curvy and alluring. Well dressed, stylish. This girl was quite a catch. My girlfriend noticed of course and would regularly make fun of her in a way to distract from what laid beneath her shy outward shell. Calling her names subtly and minimising her in general. I don’t appreciate people being put down so I retaliated by starting to flirt with Cassy, almost as a form of defense for her. At first it was subtle, then. “That guy was the one from the meeting. The pissed-off teen.”“And that explains what exactly?”“I think he and Roddrick have a history.”“Nothing so deep as that,” Roddrick said. “I have seen Erik at other gatherings such as this and he’s always been a brat.”Axel read between the lines. “He gave you a hard time about being a corpseeater.” Roddrick nodded. “So now after just telling us to keep cool and sign the papers—a thing I didn’t agree to — you go all macho on him.”“I have no excuse.”“I think. Each canvas needed to be framed. The watercolors would have to be matted. There were limited edition prints to be made and I could look forward to losing a few days just signing and numbering them. I had an appointment with a publicist who would arrange interviews. My work would be reviewed and critiqued, it would be sold - hopefully - and I'd either sink or swim as the Gods of Art decided.No pressure.I had to force all those thoughts out of my head and concentrate on the scene before me. Amy.