The artist must FEEL, have a true PASSION for life, else the image on the canvas is a lie."Mioki felt her heart in her throat. Never had anyone arouse... such feelings in her. She felt as if she were awakening from a stupor to, at last, understand life and the hunger for that life the artist must experience. She also realized that her awakening passions were not just for life itself, but also for the man who stirred those feelings within her."Shall we adjourn to the studio?" he asked.They. Not, admittedly, on her wedding day, because they had lived together for six months before that, but she had slept only with him.So it was that she was wondering about the man she saw in the supermarket car park as she carried her few purchases out to the car.'He looks odd, ' she thought, 'Almost wider than he is tall, yet he doesn't look fat. Is his prick wider than it is long? How would that feel?'She shivered as an unknown dread overcame her; suddenly she feared being split apart by a man. I put the bikini on right away, held her hand walking her outside the room saying “I hope you are a good swimmer Alice, we will be playing catch me game?”She said “I dare you, but what would be the dare?” by this time we were by the pool, we both dived in the water;I shouted “the looser would have to take off a piece of her bikini each time.I am a good swimmer, so was she, but she was much younger than me and smaller in body size as well, giving her preference, a few laps in the pool and we. She slaughtered thousands upon thousands in the murderous games she played with the other Matriarchs, which doesn’t even include all those from House Valaden she slaughtered! I know she personally tortured, maimed, and killed hundreds by her own hand, often just to satisfy some sadistic impulse.”“I despised the old Edraele for the twisted psychopath I knew her to be, and I longed to drive a blade through her black heart, but I couldn’t because I’d been conditioned to stay loyal. I had to stand.