“You sure you still want to do this?”“More than ever, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” she admitted. “I hope I have a good ...iew. I bet it will be almost as good as watching your head between my own legs.”“Shhh!!” I tried to quiet her. I didn’t feel comfortable talking about this in my office. You never know who could walk by.As we drove to my house a few miles away, neither of us said much of anything. I think we were both a bit preoccupied. We arrived at my house and I figured. It also made me very excited as I could see an unexpected future opening up for me. This was also emphasized by the fact that those who could not afford or were unwilling to buy a painting, were nevertheless prepared to fork out a three figure sum to purchase limited edition framed prints of those paintings and of others which were not on display. Even those that were unframed sold for sums between fifty and one hundred pounds.By the end of the night I wasn't only excited I was also feeing. All of the time thinking that although you're joking there maybe an element of truth in what you said, after all it's not everyday you plan to perform infront of others.So, with a dry mouth I guide you up to the front door and ring. After what seems an eternity the door opens and a slight figure with flaming red hair and the shortest skirt I have ever seen ushers us inside. "You must be Miles and Mercy" she says " I'm Annie your hostess, let me take your coats and I'll give you a tour of the. I nuzzled the back of her head, letting her hair tickle my nose as I breathed her in. She moaned softly and wiggled against me, making me smile. Not wanting to disturb her, I gave her a gentle kiss on her neck before quietly slipping out of bed. She rolled over into the spot I had vacated, briefly opening one eye to look up at me. ‘What’s up?’ she whispered. ‘I’m awake. I think I’m going to the gym for a while.’ She smiled and shook her head. ‘You’re cray,’ she responded as she grabbed my.