She couldn’t. Biff had already seized her arms and pulled her to him. His body crushed against hers. Her head didn’t even come up to his nipples. ...er nose was forced into his rock hard stomach making it hard to breath. Her breasts only came 2 inches above his crotch. She felt his huge hard cock pressed up between her breasts. It reached almost to her chin. His ball sack pressed against her soft belly.She tried to push away but he was much too strong. She wished she had joined some exercise. I see her take up a drawing stylus that makes marks on paper of itself and move her hand rapidly to make the same marks many times. Finally she is satisfied.Then she goes back to computer and says “shit!” loudly. I understand that she is displeased. She shows me the image before her and tries to explain.“The goddamn signature, the end of it, runs right across the state seal,” she says. I do not understand, but she shows me what she tries to do. “If I replace it, it’ll show,” she says, and I see. Each time I finished a painting, Andy would ask me to tell the story. I was becoming more comfortable with the storytelling. There was a difference between writing a story and walking through the chapel and telling a story. I tried to maintain painting a panel twice a week.Even though the chapel wasn’t officially finished or dedicated, the Jesuit brothers began holding a kind of evening service there and I could listen to them singing. It wasn’t a mass or anything, so I guess it didn’t matter. Back on with the skirt, which now felt just right over the belt and she was set. A totally transformed Mei Chun. She twirled for him, a smile lighting her face. ‘Like it?’ ‘Are you kidding? You look fabulous.’ ‘Kiss me?’ He did, holding her tight. ‘Be good,’ he said as she stepped down the stairs to the cab. ‘I will honey. Miss me.’ ########## The woman who arrived fifteen minutes late to the clinic wasn’t immediately recognized by her coworkers. It wasn’t just the clothing or the.