He taught me all about color and medium, at least as much as a six-year-old could handle. I graduated from single colors and charcoal, to pen and ink,...graphite and conte. Last were watercolors, Tempera and Acrylic.Despite being a two-sport guy in high school, I dropped them both and got myself a scholarship to the California Institute of the Arts, leaving with an even broader appreciation of art, than I had before. It was only two years later, that Dad’s disappearance, then death, made all the. He gently patted her back a little unsure of what to do and noticed it took a little longer for her to disengage than was strictly polite; he didn’t mind. Once they had separated, he had a hard time tearing his eyes away from Helen’s breasts and regain his composure. “No problem,” he stammered out.Viv was watching on with a small smile on her face when they broke apart and giggled at them. Helen tutted and turned to her daughter. “Would you like a big hug too, missy?” she asked, opening her. ......................Sarah Lawrence was brought back to reality when her chargessuddenly came down the stairs from their class. "Time to getback to work. The work of a school director is never done," shethought as the girls started filing out the front door...........................................A week later, Sarah Lawrence was inspecting the dormitorieswhere the younger girls stayed while attending the HollyInstitute. She went from one room to the next inspecting eachfor cleanliness. “Why, thank you, kind sir. I bet you say that to all your lovers?”I admitted that I did.“I agree! They are all lovely, I fancy them myself! Anyway, you concentrate on me tonight, ‘cos you’ve got your work cut out, mister. I let Julie have all the fun bits of Hamish last night, so I hope Gustav is in fine fettle?”He bobbed in seeming acknowledgment. She giggled and reached out her hand to touch him.“Julie said that Sheila last exercised him on Monday morning?”I nodded. Personally, I wouldn’t.