paints and she smiled as she looked around. it was such a treat being in an artist’s studio and seeing his work. there were a couple of floor lamps, chairs, a stool and a table with the paints.
she did as he instructed and climbed up on the stool. as she sat down, she was glad that she had worn jeans instead of the long black skirt with the side slit. she watched as he mixed the paints and then stood behind the easel and got to work. after two hours of not moving, she was relieved when he set his brush down and stepped from behind the easel.
“we’re done for 