Finally the sound of footsteps on the pavement behind her tugged her attention away from the sea. The urge to turn and assuage her curiosity fought in...ide her with the knowledge of how wrong this all was and also with the fear that he might not give her his approval. It had never made sense to her why she should care so much whether he did or not. Maybe it wasn't even him back there. Maybe if it was, he'd not like her and just walk on by.She kept asking herself why she had come. It was wrong.. "Paint and draw. Sculpt a little. I like to get my hands in the clay and feel the shape and texture of the object." Do artists see things differently than other people?" she asked."That's hard to say," I answered. "Remember the grapefruit?" She laughed and nodded. "Well, we see the same thing you do, but we think about it differently. We think in terms of light and color, texture and chiaroscuro. It's like seeing something from every angle at once." How do you see me?" she asked. There was an. But she refused to come near me telling me to wait till the marriage ceremony is over. She looked totally new to me. She was jumping with joy. She locked her room and was busy in makeup.Exactly at 7 pm she called me to come inside her room. I entered and got stunned. A beautiful woman was standing there in a maroon colour silk saree. Her body was glittering with diamonds in her jewels. She arranged a single pleat of her hair and kept jasmine flowers. Her body spray intoxicated me. The naughty. “Good, no fever.”Truda’s face twisted into a little smirk as she said, “Thank you daddy!” Then she fell back on the couch as she and then Angelika started to giggle.“That wasn’t funny!” Then Alan’s facial expression changed, “that is unless you WANT me to spank you!” Here Alan got a mischievous look in his eye then started to leer at Truda.Truda’s head snapped up as she went completely serious, “I think not mister! You do and I’ll spend the next few weeks getting back at you!”Alan smiled as he.