" Well, that will be something to show to the Home Secretary but..."Before I had finished speaking he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hall."Come...up to my studio, where the real evidence lies." He bounded up the stairs, and after exchanging bewildered looks Rob and I followed him up the stairway and into his studio.Paintings, mostly in oil but also several water colours, hung on all the walls.A sheet covered, rectangular shaped, object stood on an easel in the middle of the room. In one. "That was going to be a relief. I now only needed to focus on school for a week. I figured that if I sunk myself into schoolwork, I could at least forget about things for a while.The rest of the week went pretty smooth. I was caught up in school by Wednesday. Finals were going to be next week. I spent most of my free time working in my books studying when I wasn't doing my homework. Life was sure getting singled focused fast.Saturday rolled around and my kids grabbed me and informed me that I. And they were really close to being so.Before I could make the decision about whether to go out there and let him see me all battered and bruised, or to wait until my eye healed, he was gone.As soon as the door closed, I went into the living room. I stared at him through the window. He walked down the driveway and got into a bright red Mustang. I have no idea which model it was, but it clearly wasn’t the car he’d been driving when we divorced.“Get your eyes back where they belong,” Erica hissed. The fingers moved up my thigh and I felt them trying to explore the zip in my trousers. Sliding down a bit in the seat to allow easier access I felt my zip being slowly pulled down. Turning slightly in my seat I could smell what was either a nice strong after shave or it may have been a subtle perfume. I could hear myself as if in the distance give a little moan of pleasure as I felt my penis being taken in this hand. My foreskin was gently pulled back to allow my penis head to emerge from its.