She flirted me up and I did the same back to her. I wanted to fuck this woman, there was something about her. But even I wanted to fuck I never though...t that I would, I had assumed that she would become material for my next solo session. The painting I was quizzing her about, she said she had a few more paintings in the basement if I wanted to go look. I told her yes. She went to lock the door, so no one would steal anything while we were alone downstairs. She took my hand and lead me down the. "I, I killed my husband, he was a Chicago police officer. I was pregnantand came home to find him in bed with the neighbors fifteen year olddaughter." So you killed him for it?" I asked."No, he beat me. Broke two ribs. Gave me two black eyes. It wasn't thefirst time he'd beaten me. But it was the last," she looked me in theeyes her own streaming silent tears. "When he kicked me in the stomach,he killed our child. He left me laying there bleeding in pain. I don'tknow how or why, it's like I. "If I give you clothes and let you go out, you'll be able to truly love me, without the fear?"She shook her head, knowing he would never accept this. Not in one drastic fell-swoop. Baby steps, she reminded herself. Baby steps."If you give me clothes and let me go out with you, to specific places chosen by YOU, then yes, I will be able to begin to truly love you without the fear."Anders' eyebrows arched. "Oh? And what's to stop you from calling for help? The moment we're in a public place,. God how he loved those legs, so beautiful standing there proudly, slightly muscular with the deepest flurry of creamy skin, hairless and smooth as a metal surface. He could roam his fingertips up and down them forever and still feel breathless from their touch. As the material dropped to her ankles Lilly felt a lump catch in her throat, the warm mist hitting her now exposed pubic region, she felt a rush of embarrassment and her hands flew to her hips hesitating with a contemplation to cover.