But 'Stillness' had taken me an entire month all by itself. The language may have been idiomatic, but it was not artfully so. Not in the sense of extr...vagant and elaborate application. There was no 'the left sweeping stroke must flare just so'. I did not sit and stare at a board, brush in hand for hours on end determining the perfect application of the next stroke. I drew as I wrote, with lean precision and utilitarian minimalism. Learning to write the characters was the least of my concerns.. They stayed like that for a while, Max realized Christian had fallen back asleep. Afraid to wake him up again, Max closed his eyes. *** After a shower and shave, Max came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. He made up the car bed, and headed downstairs. He saw Megan reclining on the couch and smiled. Walking towards her, he came to sit beside her. ‘Sup, Buttercup?’ ‘Sup? What are you, fifteen?’ She looked at him funny. ‘Just was thinking.’ ‘About?’ ‘About what happened last night. Maybe it. Hey, guess what, she has a girlfriend now. A famous one to boot.’ Jackie chuckled, as though finding the entire conversation extremely hilarious. Sherri flopped tiredly on the couch. Her heart, for some reason, constricted in her chest. Jake sensed his mother’s agitation and started squirming in her arms. Shushing him softly, he went back to sl**p. ‘She has a girlfriend? How do you know?’ ‘While we’ve been reminiscing, I’ve looked her up on the internet. She has A LOT of fans. This info is on. Jaq had a pair of purple lace-up panties that were my favourites. Each time she bent over, I could see that she had chosen this pair for the evening.As always, I was late getting ready, dashing upstairs to a shower just before 7pm. I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the doorbell ring; Paul and Kathy had arrived. I quickly dressed and went downstairs to say hello, Jaq had poured the drinks, wine for the girls and beer for Paul and myself.After an hour or so of general chit-chat,.