He told her his name was Edward. She said she was christened Chloe but her little brother called her Zoe and it had stuck. He ordered gins and tonic f...or both of them“I don't trust aircraft,” he said. “All that metal, fuel and humanity at thirty thousand feet. It's totally unnatural.”She laughed. “We sedate people like you and put them in the hold.”He smiled. “I'll stick to boats,” he said.“Why …? ” she began. “What do you do?”“I'm a linguist, I translate stuff, ” he told her. “ But you actually. We were making out like crazy and she was way better at kissing than her sister. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I untied her bikini top. Her nipples were rock hard. I took one in my mouth and began to suck and flick her nipple with my tongue. She moaned so loudly I though we were going to get caught right then and there. To make it easier to get undress we moved to sand. She slid down her sofies and was wearing the tiniest of g-strings that showed she truly had no tan lines. I. From now on you are themaid, nothing more. Now go get your black heels that go with thisoutfit on then get this mess cleaned up." He turned to go changehis shoes when she called him back. She told him he had to curtsy.His jaw dropped but he dropped a small curtsy. She said it was OKbut he was going to have to practice it after he had cleaned up. He liked the freedom the dress gave him opposed to the red dress.The heels were a slight bit lower than the red ones but he stillhad trouble walking. Broken toad. Turned. Angry Bowser to hopeful Super. Mario and Peach. Days spent on a 64 watching barbed hearts melt into malleable bits of softened lead. Emotional radiation. All blocked. At last. At last.I set the brushes down and stare curiously, empty canvas morphed to life-like depth. It isn’t anything earth shattering. It’s not a van Gogh. But… it is something, profound even. To me at least. It’s you, captured, as you should be.I nod, stretch, and walk over to the bed. You’re wiggling and.