Mike pulled the cover off the motorcycle and stood back.“Oh, my, that’s something,” she said, moving closer to examine it.“Once upon a time th...t was a pile of wreckage. Kyle must have spent a year putting it back together. You’ll notice the paint job and the inscription,” Mike said.“The color chosen for the bike was Nissan Mahogany Pearl,” Mike said. “The lettering is rich gold.”The lettering was simply “Gabrielle” in script, with a silhouette of a woman’s windblown head at the front. She. She greeted me as I tried not to stare at what was staring me in the eyes. “Hi, you must be Jason; I’m Ms Jennings. Do come in; I don’t bite hehe,” she said with a little laugh. I acknowledged her greeting and nodded as I entered. “Such a beautiful house, Ms Jennings. Do you share it with anyone?” I said as I walked down a beautiful hallway filled with paintings and a long rug from the doorway to the dining room, where I assumed we would commence our session as there was a large table with a. .. And you used to look up at me with your big blue eyes while you nursed,” she finally said.“I wish I could remember that. It must’ve felt sooo good,” I confessed. As I watched, I salivated, hungering for the feel of a warm, pliant nipple in my mouth, trying hard to remember the taste of my mother’s sweet milk.She looked down at Dad and smiled as their eyes met, then suddenly let out a breathy squeal, suggesting that he was gently nipping at her captured flesh. Eventually, he released her. Funny, the Dutchman thought, I?ve never thought of an artisttaking a tea break. ?How can Iknow?? she said. ?Abstraction still has many adherents.? ?Theseexpressionists are too few. There must be others. Cubistsperhaps? Futurists? Maybe, atworst, a grand coalition of modernists.? ?Could theyhope to defeat the traditional? Surely they realise that the cause ofabstraction is lost; that representational art is all that matters? Even thesurrealists have embraced Dali again.? ?Perhaps, perhaps not..