*Braxton*
It is my last night with Julia. That’s all I can think about. After we made love in the hot tub, we went inside, showered, got dressed, and ate dinner. We chatted about normal things--our pasts, likes and dislikes, the sort of things that drive conversation. Then, she went into the art room to paint some more while I sat and watched. All I could think about was how I wanted to untie the dress she wore, a bow at her neck the only thing keeping my hands from the soft mounds of her breasts. I didn’t do it, though, not while she was working. I watched her instead, watched how her mind moved her brush across the canvas, each stroke an ingenious work of art. It amazes me to see true talent at work, regardless of the medium, and when it comes to Julia and her painting, it is clear to m
