| Leslie went to the Christmas party with Robert Owens. He'd done a watercolor of her, half naked, standing in a kiddie pool, surrounded by advertising images, posed like Venus emerging from the waves. Everyone at the party was praising the work, and everyone was impressed with Leslie's sophistication. Everyone except David. He had commented on the image, praising the artist's conception of beauty rising from the products of commerce, no longer emerging from nature. But he hadn't said anything about her. Leslie hadn't told her crew, but she and Robert had fucked after he'd finished the work. It had taken them three sessions, each session getting flirtier and sexier, until finally, on the last night, when he had stood behind her as she looked at herself in the completed painting, he'd put his arms around her, reached up to cup her breasts. After the party she and Robert became something of an item. She was seeing him a couple of times a week, and they were having sex regular...
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