They are shining. XXX It’s heavenly. He gasps. I mostly paint old-style, in oils. A quick dry with the towels, and we’re off, still a little damp – me VERY damp! Add a bit of black pepper, turn the stove heat up a little, and pour the mixture in. I glance at Taylor. He grabs my legs at the ankles, and lifts them up over his shoulders, pushing forward directly above me. I slip out of my sandal, reach my foot out under the table and stroke his shin. Sometimes it’s a movie, sometimes dancing, sometimes karaoke (Taylor has a great singing voice; I can’t carry a tune in a bucket), sometimes just hanging out at a pub with him and his friends.
