" Yes Mistress."The telephone rang and Jason brought it to me. It was Marilyn. She wanted to have a private talk about her "ongoing transformation."I ...old her to come over in an hour and we could talk the day away. Jason, of course would have to leave, so I told him to visit his mother for the day. I then showered and got dressed and waited for Marilyn's arrival.When she got here, Marilyn enthusiastically described how she had gotten Jeff to obey her and to serve her every need. He now gladly. The snow was soon coming down even heavier. Fortunately the snow plows were out working trying to keep up with the stuff. They had driven three hours away from home, now it looked like it might take a lot longer to get back. Slowly they made their way and finally did make it back to their hometown. They were able to make it within two blocks of their home before they saw a huge drift across their street. They managed to get their car into the church parking lot out of the way of snow plows to. With some of them I could tell straight away that there was no way we would ever be friends, but most of them turned out to be really nice people.One in particular caught my eye as soon as I saw her. She had a beautiful smile perfectly framed by the glasses resting on her face. Even though I have a girlfriend of my own I couldn't help but check her out a little. No harm in looking after all right? Rachel, the name on her badge, had long brown hair with pink tips on the last few inches, a sexy. ‘That’s the first thing you’ve ever said to me that hasn’t been a stiff response to a question of mine, do you realize that?’ I sighed and became silent again, ‘wait, wait, wait,’ he spoke with an apologetic tone, reaching out to me, ‘I’ll answer you. Painting is… art.’ He paused for a moment. ‘But why do you do it? I know it is art.’ ‘I paint because it is art,’ he persisted, ‘art is the most immediate way to become close to others. Every stroke of paint, tells you who the person was, or.