"Ah, Dad, that would be such a waste. He's a true artistic genius. Someday, his paintings will sell for a lot of money." When? After he's dead like th...t dumbbell that cut off his ear, Van Gogg, I think his name was. I saw the movie about him." Evan, you're incorrigible," Harriet said with a chuckle from the kitchen.Carrie appreciated her mother's good sense and the skill with which she handled her father. The old-fashioned man wasn't completely happy about her staying with Darrin, but with her. She eagerly accepted and her heart was fluttering as she scurried back through the lobby and just as she approached the exit, Sneeta caught up with her and I am so glad to know you’ll be back said Sneeta, touching Prachee very lightly on the elbow. Piyush was so disappointed that you did not qualify today. Prachee knew what she had to do when she arrived at the studio the next day, almost everything was the same. She had sweated her way through similar weather, wearing a similar outfit. This. But that’s where the similarities seemed to end. The face had a definite masculine quality to it, with bush eyebrows and strong cheekbones. He was at least 6’4” with broad shoulders and tough muscles. His biceps were bulging, his nipples erect pencil stubs on a smooth chest. The only thing scarring its perfect skin seemed to be a pentagram tattoo, an exact copy of the one on the ground, right over its heart. A loin cloth covered his extremities, but it left nothing to the imagination, this. She was well endowed, that was my memory of her.Dawn was still in town, no longer at her parents, she had her own apartment, and she agreed to stay with us the upcoming Friday to Saturday.So, the day arrived and Bert came home directly from school and I had track practice and would get home nearer to six. We knew that Dawn would be over after she got off work at a doctor's office in town, a little past five. Money was left to order a pizza and Mom would be back later Saturday afternoon.I rushed.