She invited himin. Now he was positive things would work out the way he figured. "My wife and I have had some serious disagreements and she movedout....I am thinking that you and I could get together again. Ishould never have left in the first place. I don't know what I wasthinking." "Don't go any further. I am afraid that will not be possiblebecause I have met another man and have fallen in love with him. Soyou see I am really not available. I am sorry your marriage isn'tworking out." She was. Now stand infront of me and strip, I want to inspect my new toy" Realisation of the predicament she was in slowly dawnedon her, her bitchy expression faded from her face, her shoulders slumped inresignation and she wearily got to her feet. I waited patiently and chuckledto myself, as she undid the belt on her robe and removed it, revealing an almosttransparent black negligee which did nothing to hide her delightful curves.Even when a tear ran down her cheek, I felt unmoved, this was the bitch. She knew that he was going to have to pay a high price for bringing peace to this part of the world. That thought reminded her of the high price that she would pay as well. It was almost definite that she would lose Oscar and possibly Debbie once Oscar was gone. The idea depressed her.Hours passed while she considered the nature of her unusual marriage. She had to get up once to move the sheep back into a more compact group. After that little exercise, she found another place from which to. The ancients used both methods, you know.” She showed me how she started with the model and used this to make the mould. Some artists use modern materials for the moulds but she stuck to either plaster or sand mixed with motor oil. I was surprised at first but then she explained that it was like children playing on a beach. You need to moisten the sand so it sticks together. Water would just evaporate whereas motor oil has a naturally sticky consistency. Each of her pieces was a one-off so she.