There was something about painting one of my lovers that was almost more intimate than making love. Of course, doing both was best!What surprised me, ...hough, was that I was still wrapped in the warm feeling of my grandpa’s words of praise. I didn’t think it was possible, but I was as proud of my work in the meat market as I was of my painting. I’d managed the department for a whole day and did it well. Not only was I an artist with paint but I also had a marketable skill.Tomorrow, the feeling. Slowly she walked around him, examining her prize. Clearly,she was happy as she said, "I see they did an excellent job at the salon.I'm sure you'll find it beneficial in the future."She handed him a bag of ice which he knew he was to hold against hiscrotch. He did so until his cock and balls had shrunk down to almostnothing. Mistress Anne put on a pair of rubber gloves before she tookhis testicles into her hands. She squeezed them until his balls hadpopped back up into his body cavity. She. I saw a black SUV parkednot far from my rental car, but no one in it. Thinking nothing of it, Isat back down to finish my drink, noting a different taste to it, Ifinished it off and stood up to throw it in the trash. The second I stoodup, my vision blurred and my balance shifted for some reason. Trying tosit back down, I fell to the grass. Dimly awake as I lay there, I heardfootsteps coming towards me and realised only then that I'd been drugged,something in my open drink, it had to be, before. "Hello there, sweetie! Are you lost?"My smile smothered my smirk at her condescending tone. "No, I'm here forthat Overhaul Special."She chuckled as though amused. "Well, I'm afraid you're a little youngfor that." Sorry, but like, I'm sixteen years old!" I uttered as though tired ofrepeating it with my full former demeanor and voice. "Now, if thisboutique can't accommodate me like the stores back home in L.A. do allthe time, I'll just have to find a store that wants my business and asalesperson.