I am sure that I paid no attention to the road and it is probably luck, rather than skill and judgment, that prevented me from crashing. Sliding my ca... into my usual slot in the car park I grabbed my briefcase and made my way up the stairs to my flat. Pauline was on the stairs, having just finished a shift at the local hospital. She looked across as we unlocked our doors and, taking a deep breath, spoke. “Colin, I’ve made dinner for two this evening. I’d got so used to feeding Joanna that I. Kevin studied the image on the screen for a few moments and said, “Instead of painting you on a canvas, he wants to paint on you as a canvas.” Kari nodded. “I have to admit he is quite an artist.”“I know. I think he is a really good artist,” said Kari with a sigh.“You know, it could be fun,” said Kevin. “Do the girls know what kind of artist he is?”“Not yet, but since I don’t know if I want to do it, I don’t think I should tell them.”“I guess I agree with you, but I think you should talk to the. We later joked that it was the most presidential thing he had ever done. I was his toy. I was his Barbie Doll. He would dress me up, and I would play the part.At any rate, back to the story.One night, he, his older brother/roommate/bitter-pain-in-the-ass, and four of his friends were over watching college football on a Saturday night. I had never met the friends before.His brother I had met. From the first day I was hired by my now-boyfriend, his brother kind of creeped me out. There were. And why not? Isn't that what we're all doing here, boys and girls?Some of the comments that have come with the stories have certainly opened my eyes to the solitary sexual indulgences of womankind behind closed doors. Sometimes, I was so fascinated by what I was being told about, that I asked for photographic evidence of the contents of bedside cupboards and found myself looking at photos of enormous artificial phalluses (phalli?) in a variety of colours and textures which would put every man.