Devlin gazed down at his blushing mermaid, wondering where her thoughts had led her. Gently he tucked a slivery blonde strand behind her ear. ‘Miria....’ ‘Mmm…’ she replied distractedly. He tipped her chin back, gazing into her sky blue depths. ‘We were discussing your special privileges, and how you intend working your passage.’ Miriam nodded determinedly. ‘It is important to be fair.’ ‘So we agree.’ His chest expanded with each breath, and Miriam was interested in the way the cushioned her. Hurry up!”“Order dinner,” the eager vixen yelled while rushing to the bathroom.“What you want?”“Doesn’t matter.”Shon Watts started the shower.The houseguest chose a wing shop menu to select food. He placed the order for a 30-pack with hot, lemon pepper, & teriyaki flavors, a bucket of potato wedges, and extra ranch. He gave the restaurant worker the number from his prepaid debit card.Shon’s phone dinged informing him that a purchase had just been made. It put the balance on his friends card. 'On the other hand, what if she is at least interested in finding out if she likes me?'"Lil, I know you are like a second mom to me, but this is where you kiss me."I failed to think any further, I just opened the door up entirely and pressed my lips to hers and closed my eyes. I wasn't sure how long she was going to let me go, but I just went for it.'Holy shit, I'm kissing her now.'After forty seconds, she gently pushed me off her. "I knew it; you want to fuck the shit out of me, don't you?"I. I ampainting her as Guinevere.? The phonerang, the Dutchman picked it up. ?This is Breughel,? he said. ?I see?. Yes, heis here. ? Of course. ? We will be there at once.? Heput the phone down. ?That was the police,? he said. ?Outside the NationalGallery, a grey box has appeared on the vacant plinth. They want us to advisethem.? ?Advisethem! Pa!? Rossetti spat. ?They have their own Critics, do they not? Can theynot recognise cubism when they see it?? ?Perhaps,but they thought we should attend..