A third, disjointed body parts: breasts and hands, and penises. "Why abstract?" I asked. "I don't know," he said, sounding frustrated. "That's how the... come to me." I looked back at the paintings. The problem seemed reasonably obvious to me. "You're trying to paint the experiences you want," I told him. "But you don't have anything to draw off of." He seemed to study my face again. His eyes were anything but casual. "I'm in need of a muse," he told me. "Yes, you are." The air between us was. " Maybe I should just go to ESPN Radio, try to get his old job." Don't worry, I've already thought of that. But no bites from them, so far." Do they know he's shopping himself around?" ESPN? Sure, they know. That's OK. That's normal behavior. They probably won't even hold it against him -- unless he up and leaves them at a bad time of the year, and they're stuck without adequate backup." It's pretty late already now, isn't it? I've been figuring I wasn't likely to land anything, with the season. About Bill. I want to be with you. All of you. I do NOT want to take him away from you. But, I am now SCARED!" Shirley could see tears start to form. Sighing, she tried to think of what to say. Ai kept going, though. "I ... have never been hurt, alone and hurt, and do not want to be. If it is bad for me to be seen, and you have told me this, then I HAVE to go, and my two friends must come with me! I am sorry! Do not hate me!" She was shaking now, her eyes pleading with Shirley. She had seen. My dick was rock hard and poking her ass. She put her right hand inside my boxer and started rubbing my dick. I just turned her towards me and lifted her.She jumped on me, put her arms around my neck, and wrapped her legs around my waist. My back was against the kitchen wall, and my hands were on her ass. We were totally into each other and kissing madly.Suddenly the doorbell rang. I looked at Deepti with surprise and disappointment. I asked, “Who could that be?” With a naughty smile, she.