" Looking up with more interest, the boy asked, "Forgive me for being so bold, sir, but do you then study the fine arts, sir? It is always pleasant to... meet others who do." Camorra nodded. "Indeed I do, young lad. In fact, it was for this reason that I approached you; I had wondered idly if you might be interested in a proposition I have. You see, I find myself somewhat lacking in certain areas. While I can produce an endless stream of still-lifes, I feel that my abilities at capturing the human. With her eyes fixed on the lino, Emma didn't know what he was doing, but she hoped desperately that she would be allowed to eat something soon."Your dinner's in the corner," said William eventually.Emma looked up and saw a large dog-bowl in the corner of the room. One partition was filled with the leftover spaghetti from James and William's plates, the other with water. She stared at it numbly, knowing what they meant her to do but unable to move."If you don't want it, we can throw it away,". Well err come in." I entered into the warm hall; it was huge, filled with beautiful (and probably expensive) works of art and a range of family pictures done by a famous photographer."Well if you want to go wait in his room..." Drew's mother said closing the front door, "he's in the shower at the moment..." "Oh.. ok thanks.." I said making my way to the stairs, "err which is his room?" "Up the stairs, first door to your right..." she said pointing.Once upstairs I found his room quite easily, I. She had just finished her schooling here in the States and was travelling back home for her sister’s wedding. A breathed a sigh of relief at hearing that little detail and my mind drifted back to that island all those summers ago when the young Isabella had flaunted herself in front of me, showing me her young yet full figure as she pretended to drop her bath towel and teased me as we swam in the family pool. There was even the last night of my visit, where she had grabbed my neck and gave me a.