I had for so long, but I barely knew her. What would she do? I felt my lips moving of their own accord."Why, what did you have in mind?" I asked, unab...le to stop myself.She smiled that wicked, mind-melting smile that had first caught my attention. "Go to the Ladies. Remove your underwear and then come back."My legs started moving before I had time to question it. Before I knew it I was in the toilets, removing my undies and hoping no one would come in. I returned to the table. My short skirt. That was it. I had the perfect composition.I’d never faced my easel with such trepidation. It had always been my friend and refuge. But now, I scarcely knew where to start. I saw the scene in brilliant black and black. I intended to paint it in color. My colors. I kept jars of pure pigments next to me and a dollop of acrylic gel medium in the middle of my palette. I thought of the supersaturated color in Mavis’s photos. Supersaturation in paint resulted from using more pigment than could be. I dropped off the pig I had with Mrs. Jenson, and she was very happy to get it. The Jensons had six children, and any extra free food was gratefully accepted. Next time, I was going to try for two pigs for the Jensons.Once home, I hung up the hogs after I weighed them. The total weight was 930 pounds, and I still had two more to go. Tuesday was going to be a very profitable day if my luck held.I had made a point of not working too hard, so I still was in fine condition when bath time came. I reached out with the TK spell and forced the safety of the gun on.Fanelli pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.Calling on the few memories I had gleaned from Greta and Michael, I rolled to my feet and kicked the shotgun out of Fanelli’s hands.“No!” he growled and reached for my throat.I brought up both of my hands between his in a quick wedge-like motion that broke his grip on me. Then I grabbed one of his wrists and bent it down, snapping it with little effort.Fanelli fell to the ground,.