Relief appeared to come in the person of Sheila. She worked in the office with me and had been there for some time. I didn’t exactly know her age bu... I’d guess about twenty-five. She was actually the one who got me the job. David said a friend of his had a girlfriend who worked in an office and was looking for a part time person. Based only on the phone number given me, I met with her and she greased the way for me.It wasn’t lost on me. I was really grateful to her and gained a respect for her. I'd spent the day on Monday cleaning my house, changing the linens on my bed, and eating. And periodically through the day breaking out into a fit of giggles. As pained as I'd been when drawing and painting the first canvas, this canvas had left me high as a kite. Around noon I sent a text message to Rita that said simply. "It is finished." Even that made me giggle as I noted the religious connotation. Half an hour later I received a response: "We'll be there at six to see. Let's have. Emily watched a guy arguing vehemently with someone on his phone and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She dragged her gaze over to him and was surprised to see him watching her so closely. “You?”“Fine.” He looked away and noticeably hesitated saying something.“What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” he said. He breathed out, his shoulders coming down. “I’m heading back in. You coming in soon?”“Sure, yeah.”He stood, leaving Emily with the feeling that something was going to give soon. She only hoped she would still. Franky knew what to do as he took my shoulders laying me down and before I could object, the tears started to come and he kissed me. No no, I don't want this, please let me go were my thoughts. With one arm under him, he held my head so I couldn't move with the kiss lasting a very long time. Finally he withdrew looking down at me smiling. Now was my chance! "Please, I don't want to do this, let...."I never had a chance to finish as he said, shhh kissing me again and at the same time tqking.