"Do you feel like a Chelsea? Now, I think Friday should belaundry day, because that gets my clothes ready for the next week. Thatmeans we should mop o... Monday. Maybe shop for groceries on Wednesday. Ifwe give you a big chore to do with your dailies, it would be best. If amaid is organized, the work is never too hard, is it Chelsea?" Katie, I'm sorry. But this isn't me. I'm not a crossdresser. I'm justnot." Are you going to start that shit again, Chad? Look, you aren't foolinganyone. Everyone. My father was still in Japan and when we weren’t in court and I wasn’t at my new office, making plans to continue with productions, we were spending all of our free time together. It seemed a little strange, but we had become lovers and it felt so good to end each night in his arms, making love. I had never been so well pleasured and each night I fell asleep spent from exhaustion. Another week passed as the legal aspects of my business continued and I began shooting my daily sex scenes. It felt. Really an intense experience.”“Yeah. Well. Um ... What do I need to do for the portrait? You know, mostly my face. Maybe a little shoulder. But ... um...”“I won’t ask you to get naked,” I laughed. “Here’s what I was thinking.” I pulled out my classroom sketchbook and we sat on the sofa to leaf through it and talk about the various poses she’d taken. We talked about the benefit of posing versus just relaxing and the difference between one of my quick classroom sketches and the drawing I’d do to. ." It's all right," he says. It's not the first time he's been slapped in public by a woman, but every time it happens feels like the last.It takes a few seconds but she relaxes and almost smiles. She looks at him as if she's trying to decide a few things at once. He hasn't shaved since yesterday. His hair is dark but not as dark as hers, at a point of being too long or else not long enough.He can feel the long stretch of a good ten years between them.Her smile doesn't break all the way. It.