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“Pretty hot, huh?” asked Amy as she showed Hanelli her artwork. “I’m thinking of becoming a professional pornographer.” She laughed.
Hanelli tried to critically evaluate the contents of the small portfolio that Amy had handed her across the table. Amy had stopped at Hanelli’s place after work before Jim got home. She was careful not to offer Amy anything to drink because her friend would turn one drink into two and then five. She didn’t want to have to call Amy’s husband to drive her home.
“I’m no expert, but you’re wasting your time selling restaurant supplies.” The sketches were good. They were closer to pencil studies than sketches, but there was a certain raw beauty to them. “I thought you said you were going to a paint and sip.”
Amy shrugged nonchalantly. “It was. Mostly. I d
