"Painting by Joan" in a bold fancy script across the front of the card.The red splash of paint in the upper left hand corner made all thedifference. I... was optimistically excited as I left the store.Next stop: Hospin's Paint Center. Mr. Hospin greeted me with a bigsmile. Told me he'd just got off the phone with Mrs. Barclay. Said shewouldn't stop raving about my work. Maybe I'd done the right thing afterall. I removed a few dozen cards from the box and handed them to himceremoniously. His eyes. They had been married two years and this was the first time she had ever let him look at her nude without quickly covering herself up.He shook his head in wonder that this incredible woman had agreed to marry a little nerdy guy like himself.He ran his hands down her breasts, gently caressing them and tweaking her nipples to hardness. She was trembling as his hand moved down her belly and across her pubic hairs. Both of them gasped when his finger encountered her wetness. Beth was never ready. "Something wrong Mr. Taylor?" asked Mr. Lee.Don chuckled. "No. I forgot my wife, or rather, ex-wife didn't come with me. I've said 'we' for so long that I forgot I'm not a 'we' anymore." Ah, well my wife will be by tomorrow with more fruits and breads as well as some meats. She's afraid you'll starve if she doesn't." That's good to know, but she doesn't need to worry. I know how to fish." She still worries, but I will let her know. Good day Mr. Taylor."Don watched Mr. Lee walk down to the. "Chief said he wants his best detective on it. He said that's you." She paused for a moment. "Sorry," she finished."All right," he said. "Where is the girl, and where are the shooters now?" Two of the cops are still at the crash site, keeping a perimeter while the crime scene investigators go over the wreck. The third cop radioed in that he would be taking two witnesses to the hospital. It's Memorial, the same hospital that the assault victim is in." Okay," he replied. "I guess I'll head for.