That was a coffee shop a block away. No, that’s not true; we mostly rested, but our hands and mouths did some roving and I was in a place much tighter than her arms after her skilled hands worked up my human clay – though not to the end this time. XXX She had medium-length black hair and dark eyes (though I did not see them that day). Violet showed that her slim body could be used as artfully as her pencil or brush, with a bedsheet for her canvas. I liked to carry tent-umbrellas, the sort that open to six feet across, and I offered to walk her up to the Art Institute.
