He pressed the knife to..." Listen man." ... the writer's hand and cut off all the fingers of his right hand. It was like a guillotine falling. It was...one hard chop. All that was left was the bottom joint of the writer's thumb and pinky. It was really funny. I still laugh about it sometimes." Ray I don't know what you think you're proving by coming here... , " the painter said."Don't call me that. You don't know me. Dana doesn't know me. Both of you can call me nothing. I am not Ray to you.. She then proceeded to get up from her desk, walks over, behind me, and closes the door. This is generally a bad sign, because She only closes the door for two reasons, it a personal matter or she wants to yell at you. So I started bracing for the worst. She comes back and sits on the edge of here desk and starts talking about how I do work better. My eyes started drifting down from her face. I notice that she was dress very nice in a form fitting dress that showed just enough cleavage to notice. It was mainly for this reason that Sarah decided move to Europe for a while. She chose Paris for a variety of reasons. For her it held an allure of sensuality and more than a suggestion of sophisticated licentiousness. She spoke no French whatsoever and made the decision not to learn. Paris did not disappoint her, with its barely-hidden sexuality and casual infidelity constantly caressing and feeding her mind and senses. She did not understand it, but what she did not understand she embraced.. ” I kidded. “She lifted her head, and looked at me. “Do you feel young enough to have a teenaged girlfriend?” She asked moving her hand to the top of my thigh. I started to object, but she cut me off with a kiss. Her tongue parted my lips, and danced around with my own tongue. I wanted to break the kiss off, and stop her, but I couldn’t. Maybe the beer had made me not care, I don’t know, but I didn’t stop her. I kissed her back instead. My hand moved to her back, pulled her close to me and we.