"You may draw me in any setting you desire but if I were you, Iwould get started now."Jane cries out and grabs for the tablet.... Lowers her eyes andc...oncentrates on her task, ignoring her feet and toes, stilling the panicthat threatens to rise within her.Looking up at the clock, hits send, at 29 minutes.Miss Imperium looks at the drawing, her eyes staring at it for severalminutes."How interesting! You chose to draw me as a porcelain figure? Quiteintriguing actually...and here I was going to. Maybe have a glass of wine and warm by the fire. She hoped that her master was in a good mood. It always thrilled her to serve him, brought a warm glow to her and in her, but there was a small part of her that wanted nothing more than his arms to hold her and comfort her, to help warm her in front of the fire.She laughed for a minute when the idiot that had cut in front of her got sideswiped as he tried to cut in front of another car in the next lane. She carefully pulled around him as he fumed. Jack’s muscled, tanned, shirtless back faced her. His jeans rode low on his narrow hips and his feet were bare. As Angela watched him, Jack ran his hand through his sleep-tousled hair. ‘Good morning. So everything that happened wasn’t a dream?’ Angela walked to the coffee maker, reaching above her head, she took out two mugs and poured the exotically bitter liquid. Looking over his shoulder at Angela, ‘Morning, and no, it wasn’t a dream.’ he noted both bruises were darker and a little more. She had come to rely on Summer?s strength and sensitivity. April?s memory of an incident of Summer?s strong arms holding her during an emotional outbreak resulted in a dream just two nights before. The dream involved her and a very masculine Summer and April blushed every time she thought about it."April!" Summer warmly greeted. "You came! I?m so glad! And you look very nice." You too!" April muttered softly. It wasn?t exactly a lie, but April would have preferred seeing Summer in a suit and.