No, what she was looking for was art itself.Brigitte guessed at what the woman might be aiming at. "I have no experience in modelling either", she sai....The tinny laugh sounded again."But, darling. You won't be the model. You will be the piece of art itself. Now please drink your tea and I shall explain myself."The tea seemed to have cooled down enough to risk a sip. It tasted deliciously."Cathérine is a good and long-time friend of mine. She told me about your talents, Brigitte. She told me you. Trees scorched and tattered, scorched leaves reluctant to bud, dry grass beneath bare limbs, all withered – and waiting. Waiting… German had fought a running retreat across this ground, line engagements of a bygone era had given way to aerial bombardments and swiftly evolving battles between heavily armored columns of tanks – but it was the land itself that had ultimately lost this war. Lithuania in the summer of 1945 was a land destroyed by marching armies that had bruised her and burned her. But I also knew that that would definitely cross the line, especially there in the open at a public campground.” “Really?” I was surprised – very pleasantly surprised. “Really.” I gave my sister a gentle squeeze, and she made a soft sound of happiness as she squeezed my thigh in return. We looked into each other’s eyes, and the deep fondness we had always shared was still there, but it was accompanied by something more. It was accompanied by a twinkle very similar to what I had seen in Angela’s. "Because this is important," My master told me as he raised me up and kissed me soundly causing my breasts which were already tender from the excitement that telling my story had caused. Luckily Kevin had finally been weaned and I didn't embarrass myself by having a letdown of milk when my nipples returned to aching hardness. Silent tears began to slip down my cheeks even though I was feeling very loved at the moment. James noticed and said, "Why are you crying?" You're too good to me."Just.