" You can't tell me how to dress." I..." Damn, she was right. But I didn't have to like it. "Okay."Traci looked like she had won the argument and turn...d to leave."Didn't you want to talk to me?" Oh, yeah. Uh, Robbie was saying something about maybe having a couple of woodwinds in your show."News to me. "Okay?" I was kinda thinking that maybe... I mean... if you... I could..."Oh, God. Traci played the saxophone. Badly!"Well, it's a high school play." Tami said that since it's a student. Mum helped him to get dressed, while I showed James TV, he was fascinated. “Why do they keep interrupting the program with those weird bits of information?” he asked. I explained advertising to him and that it was people trying to sell you something.He shook his head, “Then why not put them all on one channel, so if you’re interested you can go look there?” I laughed and swapped to a shopping channel for him. He just shook his head and changed to another channel that was showing news. He liked. Felt forced. Do you agree?"She said, "I do. This was fun when we were worried. When we were nervous and eager. You're great but this isn't the same anymore."I said, "I know. I've felt this way for a couple weeks, what about you?"She said, "I started to feel this way when I came over a couple weeks ago while (my wife) was away and you took a couple minutes to get hard. That's never happened and I was worried you were starting to lose interest."I just shook my head in agreement. We continued. "I know - I'll make some changes that she would never do on her own." The paints came out and I started mixing the colors I wanted. The original picture had been good enough and the material of mom's silk blouse shear enough that I had painted in the bumps of the straps of her bra. These I slowly painted out leaving a smooth shoulder. I sat back admiring my work. "It definitely needs something else" I thought. "Nipples." I chucked "definitely needs nipples." at the thought my deft brush strokes.