The next morning he was dressed in the same outfit and hispainting was going like old times. He hummed as he worked. He wasworking on the part of the... painting he always enjoyed, putting theflowers in. All of his paintings had flowers in them somewhere. Hewas an authority on wildflowers. About nine-thirty the phone rang. It was his art broker, theowner of the art gallery. He said he had a lady there who wantedher portrait done, was he interested? He had done three otherportraits and they'd. It was quiet though Gail gave a quiet call announcing that she was home. I followed her into her bedroom. She said, “Please make up the boxes. I will load them while you take my hanger clothes to my car. Please lay them in the back seat.” I nodded and quickly taped the boxes together. She opened her closet for me. Once the boxes were made, I started carrying clothes to her car. I was coming in from the second trip when I heard a male voice in her bedroom. She was saying, “Jack, I’m packing. My. With her leg pressed tight against me, she had my manhood held captive. Even though held prisoner, the tensions building within it caused my love pole to jerk as if trying to escape. Kate must have seen the way my cock was dancing, because she started to giggle. “Maybe it's time for you to put that cock inside me and lose your virginity." She smiled seductively, as she put her hands on my back. "I can see even your cock agrees with me," she said, looking at my growing pole, which was waving. He took me on a quick tour of Minneapolis, pointing out his various properties. They were mostly old brick, three-story, apartment buildings. Each building had eight units per floor with very little variation. Three or four floors. He pointed out the Nicollet Mall, the IDS building and the Foshay Tower. There was a new bank on Marquette and we drove past the Federal Reserve Building. It was empty. Condemned. I knew they’d save it eventually. Finally, we headed down Hennepin to Uptown and he.