Teenies Hardcore


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.

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