" He replied "You just did by beingbottomless for me to enjoy seeing & the 1 time fucking you was good enough for2 pairs anyway." Then he took her fee... & changed the shoes to the red ones.Angel then got up & walked around in them a few steps & said "I like them, I'lltake both pairs then. Thanks." She was standing there bottomless facing bothhim & the front of the store for anyone to see if they looked as they passedby, but no one passed by just then thankfully. Then she picked up her skirt &put. The remaining light caught the brass of the buttons. Tiny suns against a deep blue horizon."Do you have time for dinner?" he asked.She sighed."I don't think that would be appropriate at this juncture." I understand." A bare acceptance.He crossed the room to her desk. To her."Sasha." His throat ached and her name was thick in his mouth.His fingers twined a tendril of hair. Silken.Her heart hammered in her chest. Wild with the nearness of him. She stepped closer, telling herself it was just for a. ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Do you have any friends?’ ‘No.’ ‘You don’t know of anyone in California?’ Again she shakes her head. ‘Then you can’t stay there. You’ll have to return.’ She nodded knowingly, and then added, ‘But I don’t know anyone in KC either.’ ‘What about Denver?’ ‘I don’t know any one from Denver?’ she says with a scowl on her face. ‘I’ve never been there.’ I let her think. For a full minute she looks at the wall, reasoning, then…’ ‘Oh.’ And she looks right at me. ‘But you’ve done so much. The artist had captured her in the midst of her orgasm. It was a thing of beauty. The next statue was a woman astride a man's hard cock obviously on the up stroke as his cock was just barely inside her vaginal lips. The look on both faces was one of ecstasy.She moved from statue to statue. Every sexual act she could imagine, including bisexual males and females were depicted, beautifully rendered. She realized how excited she had become. Now these art pieces seemed to drive her a little wild.