When I turned around, I met the eyes of a young beauty. She was watching me work on the picture, and was delighted to see it being done. She stayed fo... the next hour watching me paint, and we got to talking. Her name was Kimber, she was 19, and she was fascinated by my work. Nothing is more flattering to an artist than having a beautiful girl who admires your work at hand...I really liked her looks, and her personality. She is one of these rare girls with a special sparkle in her eyes. Every. She did not slow down. If anything, she lengthened her stride as he rode easily along beside and slightly behind her. He pedaled at a constant sixty revolutions per minute, changing gears to maintain that rate, as was his habit. He watched her legs and her hips as her arms pumped effortlessly. This girl could run!He passed her as they approached his house, and leaned into a fast turn that let him shoot through the open gate into the back yard. He parked his bike in its usual place and turned to. He was growing out of his teenage body, and at 175 pounds, his muscles were becoming well defined. He had a swimmer’s body. Broad in the shoulder, thin at the waist. I put my hands on his cheeks, looked into his eyes and said, “Would you mind giving your mom a kiss?” I tilted my head and guided his lips to mine. I kissed him like a lover. It was not a French kiss, but it was long and passionate. We broke from the kiss, and I whispered, “Let’s get these bathing suits off, Honey.”“This will only. She was great to work with. Do you two work together?" No. Just good friends and golfing partners. Our partners will be in later." Well we're headed for lunch so see you next week." Looking forward to it," replied Stewart offered his hand to which Sarah responded with a firm grip. After exchanging hand shakes, they continued their walk.On reaching the receptionist Sarah said, "Cynthia said you would know my direct phone number." Yes," replied Margaret. "It's on your business card." Already.".