The only way I can keep him from having anything more from me is to never draw again.”“There has to be a way...”“I’m not done, Tony. He told... me to come to New York. I still hadn’t figured out what was in the contract, but he said he had an idea for another exhibition. I hadn’t made much off the one in Philly, but it was only drawings. I was excited about getting back to work, even thinking I’d come home triumphant and be able to stand on my own. I went to his apartment in New Jersey. I was a. This went on for a minute or two, with Margie going around the office posing in various office-duty poses, smoothing herself with her palms and making various bent-over poses, a bit self-consciously. She never looked at the camera, playing a part in a movie. Still without looking at the camera, she said, "I know you look at me when I do this. I like it when you do."As this whole scene had started to play out, I was shocked and angry. What was my woman doing, letting another man think lustful. Over breakfast that Tuesday morning she mentioned to Charles her plans for the day. ‘I thought of going into Tunbridge today.’ Charles was engrossed in the paper, but he managed a polite enquiry. ‘Looking for anything in particular?’ ‘No. Just having a look around. Is there anything you need?’ ‘I don’t think so.’ They heard the crunch of wheels on the drive. ‘The car is here. Must be off. I’ll see you tonight.’ He leaned down and gave Marion a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. Marion drove into. Her every movement was erotic to me. I couldn’t keep myself from letting my hands start to wander over her again as she leant over me to share a goodbye kiss. She slapped my hand playfully. “Stop that, you animal!” She pirouetted gracefully towards the door. “I’ll see you at dinner tonight,” she giggled. And then she was gone, leaving her imprint on my bed, and an intoxicating smell that would linger in the room for the rest of the day. “Not if I see you first!” I shouted.