”Yes Mistress Victoria”: I said and described my outfit.“I don’t want a description you stupid gurl” she snapped “ Send me a photo right n...w, full frontal, face included and one of you presenting your bottom to the camera as though you were showing one of my gentlemen friends what you have to offer them” she said.She hung up and I took several pics. I deleted the first few then, happy with the second set, sent them to her mobile and rang her back as instructed.”Yes, who is it” she said”It’s. I can see her butt contrasted against the back of the sofa. I see the shape of her knee under her chin. I see the casual elegance of her leg hanging over the edge of the arm. And I see the shapes of her friends in the background. Cartooning a painting is different than making a drawing. I don’t need to capture everything with the graphite—it will just get covered up anyway. I only need the outline of where the shapes are in the composition. And after I’ve cartooned the painting, I don’t really. "God, Jase. You're not at work, can't you lay off him?" Isn't it past your bedtime?" Jase said, narrowing his eyes at Luke, and I managed another smile."Do you want your coffee or not?" Luke shot back from over by the counter.Jase just smiled and shook his head before looking at me apologetically when he brushed over another splinter.I looked up when Eddie returned, carrying two sets of tweezers."Is it still bleeding?" he asked."I think we're getting it under control," Jase replied as he. Picking up the detergent by hand he stuffed the smaller ones inside.Pouring the[?] in the cleaner he started the washer. The larger ones he levitated near the window. Shaking out the dust using one motioning hand, he collected the dust using his other hand. With another gesture with the same hand he forced the dirt outside.Finishing his "dusting" job Diun moved on to cleaning with sponges in the bathrooms and kitchen. Finished mopping he moved all the furniture back, smiling as he looked around.