He was Richard Bankerman. He had his own gallery of morbid art work, he had bought my last 5 portraits and I now found myself working for him. One da... I expressed to him I was out of it, I was done painting such things. My problem was I was too negative for my own good. I really wanted to change so I told him I was done selling my work for profit. I would feel like a pussy if I told him the truth so i just said I lost inspiration and had a painters block. Richard was too damn charming, he. I also feel there is an additional element and that is how we fight together. I don’t know how I know this, but I feel it very strongly and it is logical. That is the component we have to explore tomorrow. I believe it was important for them to initiate the bond not us. It was important for them to invite us to ride, not us to ask them or to suggest it. This way they retain their independence and their feelings of being in control. They were clearly thrilled with the experience. I feel terribly. Maybe she had finally done it.She sat in the lotus position, in front of a lit brazier, tendrils of aromatic smoke twirling in front of her, oblivious to his arrival. He stared at her, unwilling to break her trance. He watched her for a long time, trying to etch her features, her body into his memory.She opened her eyes.As soon as she saw him she struggled to get on her knees, a bit stiffly after sitting for so long in lotus. He bent over her and kissed her lips. He opened a bottle of wine and. During the last week of flirting, we couldn’t get enough of each other. While coming to check on me one day, I grabbed the cute Indian nurse’s hand and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she came closer and leaned over and kissed me!I was basically fully recovered by then. We decided to meet at night. The naughty nurse came over to my room, and I pretended like I had fallen in the bathroom! She ran over, and I pulled her in close, and we made out. I told her I needed help getting into the bath, and.