’ ‘That’s great! What are you going to do with it?’ ‘I was thinking of making it a centrepiece in a new collection.’ She smiles, but I kno... it isn’t the painting she’s smiling about. ‘And your model? Alex, wasn’t it?’ I nod. ‘We’re having dinner this weekend.’ Her brilliant smile widens. ‘Did you fuck him?’ I don’t say anything about Alex. I just smile and, to my surprise, she smiles too and she hugs me. ‘Wait,’ I say, my smile falling. ‘You’re not mad?’ She lets go of me. ‘Why would I be mad?’. It was a hot work and although a cold day I had taken fleece off and was working hard splitting logs -and smiling as the logs split easily and thinking how sweet it was to feel your legs part and offer your tasty sap just like the logs to savour and enjoy I didnt hear the car pull or see you come to the door and peep through the crack-I was woking hard now and took my tshirt off too ,the sweat was on my back and I felt good inthe cool breeze.Muscles were hard and taut from swinging the big axe. Through all of this Roscoe didn’t seem to act any differently towards her. That was a relief, and she hoped her husband didn’t notice any change in her arousal when they screwed at bedtime. She felt hotter inside though.She could hardly get to sleep waiting for Roscoe to return from work. Sure enough, when he moved up behind her when he got in bed, he was erect. She waited motionless until his breathing sounded like he was asleep and then she reached around for further explorations. This time. He might well be capable of it even if decerebrate. Not willing to push his luck he fell to his knees and crawled across the carpet. He fumbled with the cap, spilling an ounce or so and then raising the bottle sideways at an awkward angle and spilled out a double, some of which ran into his mouth. He fell over sideways and then turned on his back giggling. A dollop of vodka splashed onto his belly but it had already warmed up to the freezing point of water. He forgot temporarily what mission.