Chapter Seven
My god!" Dana was terrorized seeing the bold and garish color dance across the canvas. Embracing, intertwining lovers reached out to her from the dimensional surface as if to grab her crotch and bring her in. Their stare a shameful invitation. She shuddered, unable to take her eyes off the painting that leaned against the wall, left there by some errant soul, as if to deliberately incite an unsuspecting woman just waking from a s****l moment.
Lucien, sensing her trepidation, pulled out of his slumber and turned her towards him where she buried her head in his chest.
"What's wrong, my love?" he asked.
"The painting. Good god, I can even feel it at my back. I have to get out of here." Her agitation soaring, she jumped from his arms and the bed. Grabbing her clothes, she too
