In the gym later that day, the kickboxing bag received a more savage pummeling than usual.Did he think you were too vanilla? Kick.Too good-girl? Punch...Perfect handful-plus tits not enough for him? Kick.Don't fucking talk dirty enough for him? Punch. Kick.Screw it, then. Kick. Punch. Kick.Sir Short-Attention-Span was about to swallow a flavor he’d never forget. Kick. SLAM.The bag snapped from its tether and collapsed heavily onto the mat.*A full length wall mirror just behind Cyndi’s head. I was going to try to learn what he taught. He wanted me to render this again and again. I’d do that. I picked up the sketchbook and walked out. I realized that was one of his moves. When you are finished, just leave.Bosch’s triptych in the Museo del Prado in Madrid is nearly seven feet tall and thirteen feet wide. It must have taken forever to paint it and that clued me in on the scope of the project I’d proposed at the airport. I needed to get a rendering for that project done and get out. " She crunched through another cracker and smiled. "Is good I bring things." Going below, she returned with... Beer? Ice cold beer I found out when she trailed the bottle against the back of my neck as she sat down."How... I don't even have a refrigerator on board yet!" I go rest head? I buy two big... box? Hold ice, keep ice cold. Keep beer cold," she took a long drink and burped. In a lady like way, of course. "Keep two box in car. Bring two box to boat when all sleep. Big two box. Much. Now I didn't get dressed just to come here then leave and let him have me and I told him that to his disapointment but I smiled asking where was he parked we might be able to handle that in another way, he eyes lit up he took me by the hand going out the door thought the lot getting in the back seat of his car. He wasted no time opening his pants pulling his hard cock out I looked at him saying "slow down we have the whole night" reaching over taking it in my hand looking up at him then down I.