And there was a hesitation but the answer made me smile where I sat on the wall. I didn’t but I do now thanks to google. Do you mean this one, maste...?She sent me a map link and I smiled. Good girl. Yes, I mean that one. There’s a gift for you on the third floor of the garage. Why don’t you go and find it after work?I knew she’d be smiling her mischievous fae grin, eager to play and excited.Yes, please, master! Give me five minutes. Almost done.I waited, speaking under my breath in Russian and. “Jesus, what?” she said, her eyes getting bigger than he’d ever seen them.“You are absolutely horrible at this,” he said.She looked crestfallen, but then slapped his dick aside and laughed. “Yeah, well I’m eighteen, what do you want? You think you could do better?”“Yeah, I do.”“Have you?”“Once,” he said. “And I did a lot better than this.”She fell back against the pillows. She needed to rest anyway. “I was really close to a perfect game there, wasn’t I?”He laid alongside her, arms behind his. A fast growing college in an area growing with new manufacturing jobs as a result of the exodus from the heavy unionized north, high taxes and over regulation.Larger companies had to find a way to cut cost in order to keep their manufacturing in the USA or send it overseas. Many had decided to move south and states were fighting each other offering incentives to companies willing to make the move. The Gainesville area offered a good skilled labor pool with the reduction in the space and support. I sorted through what I was feeling and felt the tickle of emotions. Sorrow, depression, anger, disgust, and even hope.“Tell me about today’s painting,” she finally said.I told her. I told her about all the emotions it dredged up for me to paint it and how mad I got because we just weren’t doing anything. How I realized the entire mural was meaningless or worse because it gave us an excuse to believe we were acting on behalf of the homeless. That each time I thought about it, I was overwhelmed.