I poured another glass of wine and walked back to my studio. I sat down in front of the painting. Looking at Serge in his loin cloth with his face buried in Audra’s bush got me damp. From my past experience with him, he is very good at oral f*****g. As I was sitting there watching Serge eat Audra, my cell phone rang.
“Hello.”
Fran was on the line inviting me to a get together with the professor and herself.
“When do you want to have this little party?”
“We would like you to come over on Saturday evening, that is, if you are available”
“Is this party your idea or the professor’s?”
“Ever since she met you, she has been talking about you all the time. May I count on you to come over on Saturday?”
“What time do you want me there?”
“We were thinking about seven p.m. I’ll send you the a
