Kimberly
This day was different from most others, as when I was about half-way done with the painting, I heard someone giggling behind me. When I turned around, I met the eyes of a young beauty. She was watching me work on the picture, and was delighted to see it being done. She stayed for the next hour watching me paint, and we got to talking. Her name was Kimber, she was 19, and she was fascinated by my work. Nothing is more flattering to an artist than having a beautiful girl who admires your work...