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Teenies Hardcore
Lydia stared at him attentively. Big beautiful browns, the alliterative phrase popped up. "Of course, it also depends on what the subject wants to do. It's up to her to be the artist's silent partner, helping him shape the entire evolution of the picture. A really outstanding subject is a treasure to find, at least for me." He finished somberly and stared at his glass. A moment passed in silence. "Would you like to paint me?" she asked. Another moment floated away. "Definitely," he smiled. "Is that an offer?" "Yes. Maybe." Lydia tossed her shoulders in confusion and they both broke out into laughter. When they looked back at each other both were smiling.