The textures that were rendered in the drawing were very life like. Her hair flowed down with a soft feeling and the features of her face were modeled...subtly and accurately. “This is a wonderful piece. Your drawing technique is so elegant and precise.” “Thanks. I love the work of Andrew Wyeth and try to emulate him.” The other drawings that she showed me were just as impressive. Some were of her roommate Connie who had also posed for her. She was dark haired with a compact gymnast’s build.. At lunch time I texted her: “get a pair of white lycra yoga pants and a short tight fitted top! I meet you at Apt. 47, South Terrace, Dublin 2 – 7.30pm SHARP!Shortly as I send the message I got her short but exact reply: “YES MASTER”I replied that she should take a taxi, only wearing those clothes, white high heels and a Mac as an overcoat!And again I received her reply: “YES MASTER”Shortly thereafter I just saw her walking out of her store, as it looked going for some shopping! I got excited. “There should be some antibiotic spray and iodine in the medicine chest. If not knock on my door and I’ll give you mine.I thanked her.She turned, undulated to her room and disappeared behind the door.I could have run. There were sliding glass doors in the glass wall toward the ocean. I assumed they were unlocked. I saw no other person beyond the glass and I could see quite far to the north when we came in. Being naked wasn’t what stopped me. The Blonde’s warnings were certainly a deterrent, but. Was it actually my fault? Could she see something in my character that I couldn’t, or was she slowly but surely brainwashing me?With my renewed arousal all my doubts disappeared. I unclipped Cherie’s bra and then took her in my arms. I lifted her and placed her on her back on the bed. I then pulled Marg to my body and kissed her then hugged her so that I could whisper in her ear so that Cherie could not hear.“You’re beautiful, Marg. I want you to enjoy tonight. It may be our last time.