" She tells me about going back to the living room to discuss her decorating. "What happened?" She tells me everything she did. "You mean you sat with...your legs open so he could see your pussy? Have you ever done that before?" "I had lightweight slacks on so he got a good view. I don't know what came over me. I have only done that in public with you watching. I was so turned on acting like with just the two of us alone in his house." Then she tells me they made arrangements to meet at the. Mid twenties to early thirties she guessed. The both looked like a couple of gym monkeys as they were pretty muscular. Any other day she would probably have gotten her flirt-on but she could not have felt less sexy right now. The looks she was getting though, it didn’t seem to matter. She felt the eyes of Officer Nosey Pants, who had asked the million questions, glued to her ample boobs and nipples that were practically busting through the thin tank top she was wearing. They laughed about. She went back to an outline and an introduction for Dr. Garshin.OutlineIs a landscape constructed, construed, reflected? Do we think the landscape sketches of Breughel or Duerer or Rembrandt or Claude Lorrain; of Casper David Friedrich or J.M.W. Turner; of Cole or Bierstadt in America; or of the Group of Seven in Canada are real? Landscape views in art may be entirely imaginary, or copied from reality with varying degrees of accuracy. This work is an attempt at formulating an Australian vision. "Thank you! Every part of it is to his preferences. Do you know how long Mike will take to get back? I really wanted to see him.." I don't know, what am I? His girlfriend." I say with a playful smirk. "Why not text him? Just to make sure... he's not cheating." I say jokingly"He wouldn't cheat. That's just not like him. He's way too sweet." I sit on your kitchen counter, and sigh. "Fine. I'll text him." I pull out my phone, texting him right away. I mostly did this trip as an excuse to have sex.