Suddenly the drawing disgusted him. He screwed it up and was about to throw it into the bin, when he paused. He looked around the room, and realised just how much time he'd devoted to Bliss.
Not all of his work involved the vulgar depiction of lust in his hands, indeed in most of it Bliss was walking her dog, eating ice cream, reading a book, everyday things. And in most of them she was at least partially clothed! How dare Pam simply see her as some slut, conveniently ignoring all the facts! She's just jealous, and what woman wouldn't be?
He uncrumpled the page in his hands and looked, past Bliss' spread legs and oversized bosom, to her loving and kind eyes.
"You're all I have left now, Bliss," he said, "and to think I was about to throw you away! I'm sorry. Kelly's gone, Pamela's gone, you're the only one I have left. I wish.....
