He was just admiring her and her beauty. He stood there. With a sense of satisfaction. Ananya walked over to the painting eager to see herself. But w...at she saw was beyond her imagination. She never thought she was so beautiful.He had previously drawn her in all clothes but this was something else. Something divine is what she thought. no one had made her feel so special. Not even her husband. She had tears in her eyes. She hugged him tightly, not even realizing that she was nude.Crying she. She starts reading attendance. She is very old school. She gets to meearly, since we are seated alphabetically. "Danny..." She pauses.Takes in my new look. "Glad to see you back in school so quickly."There is some snickering. She glares at the loudest of the snickerers.She just moves on and calls Denise's name, Denise Butcher, and moves onto the C's. I continue to read my text book. The bell rings and I havesurvived my first class period. There is lot of whispering and somegawking as I. His orders were to prepare the body so he rolled her on one side and started fumbling with the long zipper on the silk gown. He gradually worked it down and the blue silk peeled away from the beautiful white skin. He slipped her shoes off and then set to work sliding her nylons off her long slender legs. Manipulating the soft warm body of the dead woman left him completely aroused and by the time he pulled her panties down he couldn't help stroking her brown pubic patch. "At ease, soldier!" The. Then Dad and I played the traditional Christmas game of ‘Hunt the blown lightbulb’ which as usual provided frustration and entertainment in equal measure – the frustration to us, the entertainment to the others as we got the bulbs tangled in the loops in the wire and cursed – until we could show that the whole string was working. Jen had brought in the stepladder; she stood on top and hooked the far end of the cable over the tip of the tree, and then she and Julie, under Mum’s supervision,.