" Do you have a boyfriend?" Yes." Typical. Terry is just another worthless piece of shit slut. By the time we're done filming she's going to know it. ...hat we do here today will define her for the rest of her life. "Does he know you're doing this?" No." What do you think he'd do if he found out?"She gives a half laugh, while looking uncomfortable and says "Probably beat the shit out of me."She doesn't like these questions. I don't care. "So you think if he walked in right now he'd beat the shit. “What about my clothes?” I asked.“They have been destroyed, Madame.” He said as he reached down and picked up a bright heart shaped plastic handbag and passed it to me. “This is yours now!”I looked inside and noted that every item from my old bag had been placed in it except for all my money. Just a few pounds in change lay in my purse, all the cash was gone!“Money? How do I get home?”“Madame the night bus fare is there in your hand.” As he spoke he pointed at the coins.I pulled a face and. (There is nothing like a free lunch - you have to pay to get laid :-))So now I thought that we would go upstairs in a room or so to do the fucking. Not so. Still almost naked, she had only her string on, she took my hand and led me to this area, behind the turning table it was were the girls entered the turning table. There was a bed, we went in there and she drew the curtain hiding us from direct view from the people. It was a very small place and just a bed and a small table were there was. Melody and I talked just before practice and she would be asleep by now since it was midnight in Boston. I sent an “I love you” text to Kate and Lissa, but didn’t expect a response.I pulled on one of my new paint smocks and went through my playlists trying to find something appropriate. I remembered music in the background and decided to just let Beethoven guide me, starting with the first symphony. I sketched out the painting at life size and started with my acrylics.Seven hours and nine.