"Hey, it's not like I haven't seen it before," Cate argued. Remembering all our nights in New Orleans, I certainly couldn't refute her point."Mmrum um...fromrum," Natalie stated, her eyes closed in apparent bliss as she sucked on me."Yeah, like she said," agreed Cate, sitting herself at my desk chair. Shani just draped herself against my chest, kissing me as she slowly unbuttoned my dress shirt. I was starting to get erect when suddenly they both stopped, leaving me high and dry."Hey!" I. Irving's dark side. Like many authors, the public personna is way different from the private. Recently, I had the privilege of viewing his personal papers and I came across the unpublished version of his best known work. It centered around the sixteen year old, Katrina Van Tassel, the only daughter of Baltus Van Tassel, a wealthy landowner and widower. Katrina was of average height and looks, a little heavy but shapely, with shoulder length brown hair. She was the subject of many mens wishes,. In any case, I thought I’d go get her for lunch and just put last night behind me. I should’ve known better. I parked in front of Tara’s apartment and let myself in using my key. I heard music coming from the back of the apartment. I walked that way, with no effort to be quiet but not making any unnecessary noises either. I stood in the door frame of the bedroom for several minutes watching my brother fuck Tara. She had those long beautiful legs that I loved so much wrapped around his body.. “What I had in mind,” said Matt, “was a Saturday workshop, here in the back of the store. I’ve got plenty of easels and all the art supplies on hand. I’ve had classes in here before.” “I don’t think so,” I said, although in theory I loved the idea. “Your cut would be $120 a week. Plus I’m reasonably certain some of them will want you privately, which would pay more.” I’d be rich. I could buy all the art supplies I wanted and go to every good concert that came to town. I could even buy a car..