We become them in fact, in an act of empathic identification no paintings these days require. In those days that's what paintings were for, whethe...r of Rossetti's entrapping tangles of women's hair or Holman Hunt's sun-struck but still- garlanded sacrificial "Scapegoat." Such paintings bind a spectator into the events implied as the people portrayed, and as themselves observant, feeling what they feel. They can become whole worlds possessed by the viewer, possessing the viewer. At. "So why you draggin' me ta pick up your cousin, anyway? I thought I was gonna meet your Master?" She asked me when we were nearly there."He prefers Dominant and you'll find out."She shook her head and poked me again. We didn't get too far into it when Gracie started callin' out orders and I actually had to do some work.Peter was waiting on the dock when we pulled in. He hugged Beth and Gracie, shook hands with Sheila and made me carry his luggage. After we cast off, Beth and Peter went below. ‘My god, she’s so beautiful… I want her so…’ ‘Patience, my darling’ ‘ he said, and for the first time I could hear the rolling accent of the Caribbean in his voice. ‘Everything will happen, darling. Just be patient.’ I moaned to myself and unconsciously cupped a hand under one of my breasts, beginning to massage it idly as I kept my eyes glued on the rich chocolate brown of Julia’s body. As I watched, Santos picked another blossom and walked slowly over to her, as she spread her gleaming legs. “The army expects all its men to sport the ‘cut-look’ when seen naked,” she explains. She’s getting a bit nervous that she has to reveal her ‘date’ not up to regulation. “Can you make it stay?” She says with a sigh. “Yes, I can,” Jack replies and turns around from her. “No, I need to see how you do it,” By that time Jack has managed to do the modification. Ashley cradles his modified penis in her hand, giving it an examination. She begins to tug on it, and before Jack can say anything she has.