I thought back to one of the many conversations I'd had with the oldlady, in which she told me how the pictures came to be painted."My mother had been...in service, you know, Rachel," she had said. "I waspacked off to her former employer, Lady Leonora Bagshawe. l was sent bytrain - always a steam train, and they are romantic too in their ownway, aren't they?" I had nodded, but she was in full flow: "I always gotpicked up in a pony and trap by her gardener, Old Trevenneth, and hewould hardly grunt. Again he reached out to grab her breasts and this time she held herself in check, still winded and pained from his knee."That's better. You'd better realise that we shall all have you before the night is out - you can either enjoy it or struggle and we'll use as much force as we need to but we'll still have you only that way you get more bruised, understand?" She froze. He twisted her breast painfully and shouted at her "I said understand? I would appreciate an answer!"She nodded, still unable. One side of me said, 'Wait-a-minute,' but another side merely noticed thatone of the paintings was crooked. I found myself compelled to walk over andstraighten it too!"So I did."And did I walk. I could tell I was walking sexy just by the way my hipsswayed and my breasts bounced. The heels felt completely natural and clackedon the hardwood floor as I crossed the room. I straightened the Shudan, whichI instantly knew was the name of the painter, and then moved naturally to mycloset."It was huge!. All were frisked and brought inside my house. Lisa handed the woman a towel to stop the little bit of bleeding. She grunted her thanks.I went to the first man and said, "I want your name, information about where you work and who for, and who ordered this illegal act."He looked at me defiantly. I yanked him to his feet and marched him out of the house. In the sight of the others shot him in the back of the head. I came back inside and looked them over. "To save time, who else wants to cop an.