Sheila worried about his health. After aweek, she became concerned about his mental stability. His projectobsessed him. Never had she seen him so pass...onate about anything,including her.She telephoned a friend, Arnold James, who was also an artist, amusician, confessing her anxieties to him."He is an artist," Arnold advised her. "Let him create."Sheila sought a second opinion, this time from an actor, James Laudell."All true artists are obsessed," James told her. "Russ is an artist;therefore,. "Too bad we never lived in the same place after that." Why?"She blushed. "Well, after spending our last night in Venice making out, it would have been nice to, um, explore more."I wrapped my shawl tight around my sleeveless shoulders, fluttered my eyelashes at her, and put on my best Scarlett O'Hara voice. "Why, Cousin Lisa, whatever do you mean?"The elevator doors opened, and we stopped talking as we crossed the lobby and asked the bellman to hail a cab.As he walked away to whistle, she. "Bullshit!" I yell back. But I climb out of bed and put on my robe. Following Nimrod out the door."You are a meanie," I shoot daggers at him with my eyes.He smiles and takes my hand. At the bath house when we have to divide, he kisses me with all the pent up longing that he is feeling."Go take your bath," he swats my butt and walks into the mens side.I still want to shoot daggers at him but he disappears before I can think of a good come back."Universe take that man," I snarl under my breath.He. I'll never screw you again, and that's a promise!" "Okay," he said, surrendering. "I guess I'm just scared shitless." "Me, too," she admitted, and patted his arm. "But this is our big chance, Glynn, maybe the only one we'll ever have, to stop that damned divorce. Help me clean up here, and concentrate on how it will be, sneaking into bed and feeling up mom's great body." She thought about her father's body, big and hard, and wondered if the hair in his crotch was as pale as the light blonde of.