Dad got the chore of shifting the furniture.I slept in late the next morning--as late as my body wanted. The bedside clock said it was not quite nine-...hirty. Surely the time was wrong. I felt so refreshed it seemed impossible that the entire morning hadn't been lost to slumber. I smirked at the clock--didn't get to beebeebeebeep at me, didja, ya bastard!Not that Mom hadn't tried to ordain otherwise the night before."Don't forget to set the alarm for seven." Why?" To go out and pick up Janine at. " he said. "We can paint now."She got up and stretched. The robe was tied tightly, but her breasts thrust out, pushing the silk toward him. "What did you write your poem about?" she asked, as she began walking toward the studio."The woman." he said.She stopped and turned around. "The woman who ... you think about when we paint?" She was looking at him through lowered lashes."Yes." he answered."I think I'd like to hear that poem. Would you read it to me?" She sounded uncertain, her voice. More

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