Faith thought it was over now.Jimmy continued to jerk on his cock at slow steady pace. He was well aware this wasn’t over. Faith stood up and painfu...ly walked away. Burt swiftly jumped up, grabbed her hair and pulled back hard as he kicked out, striking her knees. Faith’s feet went out from under her. Burt let go her hair as her body slammed down on the floor, landing on her back with the air knocked out of her. She made a horrible wheezing sound as she fought to suck air into her lungs. She. To be part of the world?s greatestpainting. This is the race to find America?s next Top Model!!!? ?World?sgreatest painting. Pah!? grunted Leo. ?In America? Pah!? The programmecontinued. Each girl was being asked to show her abilities to pose and toremain motionless. The camera panned along the line. The soundtrack was givinga short biography of each. Telephone numbers appeared on the screen invitingthe audience to vote for their choice. As the camera reached one girl with darkwaving hair Leo. “You know you,ref silly, Joe. Why not radio for a toilet break if you needed to beat your meat?” he smiled, acting the exact opposite of how I expected him to. “Wasn,t really thinking Sarge.” I apologised. “You mean you let your cock do your thinking for you!” he corrected and I stayed quiet. “So,what am I gonna do about this. I know you,re on the promotion list and can,t afford to go,on report. What do you suggest I do?” “Dunno Sarge,” But he was already on the radio ordering one of the relief. He found it in an auction house in London where he was working. I used to go for long tramps over Hampstead Heath with my friend, followed by afternoon tea. I was very bad in those days at picking it up when someone admired me, rather like the heroine of my story. Only much later did I realise that my friend was one of many admirers. (RIP, dear Phil, I still often think of you.) The poems: are by George Gordon, Lord Byron, Alfred Tennyson (not ennobled at the time of this story), and Robert.