“You’re not so bad yourself,”I have no idea how long she stayed in that position, the next thing I know is hearing that god-awful sound announci...g the day has begun.Beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep. Beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep.I have to disentangle myself from her before I can shut the damn thing up.It is a struggle to push myself enough to get out of the nice warm bed, more of a struggle to push myself to leave the warm woman at my side. Her arm drapes over me again and I resist the. It was always too beautiful, too romantic, or too unbelievable to be true. I had already long given up, when I finally got to meet Mr. Monet. As a drawer-to-be, I had been assigned to create the artwork of a charity event students were about to hold. If only I had expected to see him stepping into the classroom when I was working on the first rough sketches. I would have worn something more classy than ripped jeans, a lazy tank top and filthy Uggs. I had not expected such a thing, though. I. As I waited for my escort to finish her shift I looked around the crowded club, but in a short while my gaze was caught by another person in a nearby table. She had relatively short auburn hair, black eye shadow and black lipstick. We made eye contact as she was sipping at her martini, I couldn’t help noticing how slender her curves were, she leaned back in her chair and her chest was pronounced through her jacket from the fishnet top she was wearing. She was light-skinned and very attractive,. Keeping her voice low as though she feared the rest of the house hearing of her own transgressions, ‘My sweet, you know we did not wait for our wedding. She is betrothed and happy and the wedding is but a formality so what does it matter?’ She took his hand in hers to calm him, but, almost at once she found the world becoming hazy around the edges of her vision as a rush of feeling seemed to come from everywhere to hold her in place. It came from everywhere, yet, if she had been able to sort.