I let the bag go and apart from afew bruises I was unscathed, but then of course there was all theinconvenience of canceling cards and changing the lo...ks at my apartment,and I decided maybe it was time for a change of scenery. I spoke to theMadam the next day and she was most understanding of my need for timeout. She mentioned a friend who ran a brothel in Kalgoorlie and offeredto give her a call. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach at thethought of returning to a place I had known so. It was a little more embarrassing for me, actually, because along with those thoughts, Chris had managed to send a pretty damned clear visual of what he was looking at as he was thinking those thoughts.Me - naked, sweaty and writhing in the middle of my most excruciatingly delicious, mind-blowing orgasm to date.I left it to older, more settled minds than mine to give Chris some perspective and detachment. I jumped myself to Cloudburst and my Hurlon form for a few hours of deep quiet. I let the. "Jeg kan forstå at du savner Kim, og det er jeg ked af at hører!" Sagde jeg. Det virkede underligt at tale om hendes kærlighedsliv, men der var ikke meget jeg kunne gøre lige nu. Jeg ville om noget ikke fremstå dårligt lige nu. " Jeg savner Kim, men jeg kan bare ikke lade værre med at tænke på-" sagde hun og bremsede sig selv igen. "- at tænke på hvordan du er. Hvor dejlig du er, og hvordan det må være, at være sammen med dig" sagde hun endnu mere generet end på noget tidspunkt. Jeg vidste ikke. To want to paint them was to want to fuck them. To have painted them was to have fucked them. Jules would not be pleased that I was bringing another woman home to paint and fuck. But Jules had not been pleased many times before and yet he was still with me. Jules still posed for me; I still fucked Jules. And there was my art. Fucking went with my art.“I’ll take you home and fuck you if you let me paint you,” I answered.“You want to paint me?” Juliet said with a little gasp. I could tell that.