Out of all the works available Perry was a bit uncomfortable selling it. He had painted it as a joke with another artist who did one of themselves, an... the idea was to do a Renaissance styled self portrait that had an odd feel to it. For Perry that meant placing his eyes a bit off so that they were not quite looking forward and painting small beads of sweat upon the brow and forehead of his portrait. He liked the result. So did Mr. Taylor obviously and he offered two thousand dollars for it. To. Our lips were no longer just touching, we were actually kissing. I closed my eyes, savoring his touch as our lips began to move more freely, involving our tongues and exploring each other’s mouths. Then I opened my eyes and found that he had opened his as well. I could see the thrill he had in his eyes and I was sure he could see mine. I closed my eyes again and we continued to kiss. Then his free hand — the one that wasn’t holding on to the bar — found its way to my left breast again. He began. He let me lay there, stroking my hair as I recovered, and then I found myself being rolled over onto my back. He was still hard, still buried inside me, and I gasped in surprise."I'm not done with you yet, little minx," he whispered as he began thrusting into me, slowly, grinding against me with every stroke.I shuddered as my over-wrought nerves responded to his insistence, his assertiveness as arousing as I always found it; I looked up at his beautiful face, forehead pressed against mine, eyes. He had limp brown hair that looked like it hadn't been cut in months and hung messily around his gaunt face and his eyes had a vacant listless look about them. Danny quickly realized that he was probably in this state from feeding the supposedly ravenous Anita on a daily basis. Danny quickly decided he was very lucky to have such a generous, self-controlled vampire as Sylvia for a neighbor."So what's all the urgency about?" asked Anita. Danny noticed that Christian and Sylvia did not greet her.