She wouldn't go topless, but oddly the bottoms came off quickly. The socks were my idea. I never worked with a live model before, much less one so beautiful. The fact that she showed up at my office added an element of excitement and exhibitionism not usually found in my day to day work as an accountant. I locked the door, closed the blinds and used whatever office supplies I could to capture her likeness. We did several poses, but this last one is my favorite. Just a quick sketch, which I enlarged with a photocopier and painted with acrylic. Afterwards, we went to my place for a thoroughly innovative lovemaking session. She moved in the next day, and although our short relationship was very passionate and satisfying, she was batshit crazy and within a week she burned the place down. That was the last time I saw her. Everything was burned, so I packed a bag and left. I bumped into her one night and a friend of hers beat me stupid. She used a cop friend to get my address and harassed me a bit. Even a court ordered restraining order could not keep her from constantly begging for one more furious lovemaking tryst. Years later, I would realize I imagined the whole thing.

Letterhead, photcopier toner, acrylic

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