I headed for the gym.After two hours of beating a little blue ball into submission, I had my head back on straight. I showered, called the family and ...told them not to save supper for me, and headed for the studio.As I set up my easel, I thought about the missing self-portrait. Having not told anyone that I had painted it, I still hadn’t told anyone it was missing. I trust my lovers implicitly, don’t I? I imagined that it would show up one day in our living room, framed and presented in some. She knows that Raoul and I have not crossed over the boundaries of propriety. Her words were soft and quiet. I can almost believe that she knows how Raoul and I feel for one another as she told me that she would not forbid me from seeing him. Is that not wonderful?"The petite ballerina smiled at her friend."That is indeed wonderful, Meg. At least, now if Raoul pays you a visit this morning you shall not need to worry about your mother chasing him from the opera house while threatening him with. I think I've just made an enemy, and I'm afraid I haven't seen the last of him.He waited a few minutes to make sure the boar wasn't coming back, then climbed down. After hanging his compound bow over a limb, he cocked, loaded a bolt, and slung the crossbow over his shoulder. It didn't take him long to discover that his crossbow bolt wasn't coming out of the animal's head – well not with the broadhead still attached. He unscrewed the shaft and easily pulled that out. Fuck, this is going to get. My wife told Sarah to just go to the house that I would be there. When I heard she was coming over I instantly got semi-hard, I couldn't help myself, I just started to fantasize what I would do to her.When she arrived she was wearing her typical clothes, black yoga pants, and a v neck t shirt. Sarah came in and said she had to study. She went to the kitchen table and got out her books and I told her I would be down stairs watching TV in the family room.I couldn't get her out of my head, just.