"And I got thinking about a business idea. Sex School. Greg roared with laughter and Fiona scowled at him. "What?" OK. What would this entail?" Right,...well guys always dive in, they never know where to look for the G-Spot or the clitoris and if they do, they treat it with as much love as a kestrel treats its prey. So I would do a proper course of several lessons, including practical demonstrations and then issue them with a certificate. And then there could be the setting them up with dates." A. “Hi,” she replied.“So, you’re back—” we both said at the same time.“Yeah,” we said, again together.I laughed a little. “It’s good to see you.”“I’m ... surprised to see you here.”“Why?”“Just because.”“Well, I thought you’d be here this morning. Why are you here, if you didn’t think I’d come?”“This is where I fish,” she said simply.I noticed that she wasn’t fishing, though. Her rod was leaning against the rail.“All right,” I said, shrugging. I set down my stuff and lowered my bucket down to the. The point about the art image is that it coveys the essence of what he was. The way his eyes twinkled and his face lit up when he was happy.His smile in the image; the way he looks out at the viewer, all tells you he is a man to admire or love or be afraid of. A good artist can do several pictures of the same subject, with each one showing another aspect of the man, just as one image of weather only shows one type of weather at a time.Art is like that: a quick look at that moment, but a clever. Le sue mani premevano in modo sempre più deciso, non potevo ( e non volevo) sottrarmi, sentivo il bestione che avanzava lentamente ma inesorabilmente in gola. L’idea di quello splendido cazzo piantato nella mia gola era talmente eccitante che non sentii più ( non so ancora come) i conati , tutto divenne così naturale e stimolante che in breve mi trovai col naso sul suo pube: ero riuscita ad ingoiarlo tutto ( o lui era riuscito ad infilarmelo tutto in gola?).Rimasi ferma godendo di quella.