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04-11-2014, 04:41 AM
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Jack and Ann are on the beach. It is a beautiful summer day. This is their first holiday which they spend together. A few months ago they met and the 'chemistry' appeared at first glance. Both are young and good looking, especially Ann. She has the body of Venus and face of a glamorous movie star. He looks quite smart with a short beard and analytical eyes of an artist, what he really is. Ann is sun-bathing and, since he is standing above her trying to paint her, she ventures to ask in a sort of timid whisper:
- Move your shadow away, Jack, please. Don't you see that I am sunbathing?
He holds up his soft broad palm and says with a sudden grin from ear to ear,
- I see. And it is a beautiful view. You've already got some color. After only three days. You are amazing. So patient.
Ann answers with nonchalance:
- Thank you, dear. Oh... the painting is already finished. Bring it closer, would you.
Jack slinks out of his business and brings the painting closer to her.
- Here.... what do you think?
Ann becomes aware of her heart beats because she is overwhelmed with pleasure.
- Hmmm.... I like it. Especially the golden color of my hair on it. It is not exactly the same, but I like it. I must try to find the same golden tone at a shop and apply it on my hair.
In a way, expecting her to say it, Jack asks dropping his brush:
- Really?! I am glad. But, you see, this is how I experience the one you already have.
A thought flashes upon her and she exclaims:
- You artists! You always see things in a different way.
He pipes up in a contemptuous squeaky voice:
- Maybe. It is called inspiration. Something that comes from inside when triggered by something from the outside. Don't you have it, too?
She answers in a spiteful tone:
- I don't think so.
Jack's indomitable spirit impresses:
- What are you reading, Ann?
She holds a magazine with three middle-aged women on its cover having a sort of romp:
- This magazine about knitting. I am trying to understand how is this pattern made. See...?
He mutters:
- Yes... looks quite complicated. You think you can see through and find the solution?
She says, very civil but firm, letting nothing scares her away:
- I must. It attracts me too much.
With one foot raised up to approach her, Jack smiles:
- He-he... attracts you... Why?
Her eyes shine clearly:
- I don't know. Looks like a way, lost and found... Why are you looking at me so surprised?
Resembling Socrates, he smiles again:
- You surprise me every day. I didn't know you were an artist, too.
She lectures him in a peculiarly exasperating manner. It is a way she has.
- Maybe I am, when these things are concerned.
He declares sturdily:
- Or it might be my influence, eh?
She looks at his face with surprise and curiosity and then holds up her hand:
- Might be...
He hasn’t been talking loud but he lowers his voice still more.
- You want some of these cookies?
As if he has said something illegal, she ignores his question and wonders:
- You've been to town?
Believing that she has known it, Jack is surprised:
- Didn't you know? You were laying there and I told you I was going to get some breakfast in the bakery. I thought you heard.
Her precious little sometimes present themselves:
- I must've fallen asleep on this lovely morning sunshine.... Mmmm... tastes good, fresh. The bakery is perfect.... What's new in the town? Heard some nice gossip? This beach is much too private, we are nearly cut off from people here.
He slips past her:
- You, city girl! I thought you liked our privacy!
Feeling mighty comfortable, Ann streches her fabulous body:
- Of course I do. But, now and then I like to hear a good gossip.
With a wave of his hand, he shows how much he enjoys her company:
- He-he... Well, I had a coffee with some people in the coffee shop and I heard that this little town is several hundred years old. There are some significant historical stories connected with it. See that distant castle over there.
She nods:
- I do.
Observing the distant spot on a hill bathing in the sun and the millions of tiny sun reflections from the sea, Jack says:
- There was a nice 200 hundred years old love story happening there. We must go and visit it one day while we are here.
She nods again looking at his eyes:
- OK.
Jack jumps up heading towards the water:
- I go to swim.
She gets up, too, her face looks very nice below her shining golden hair:
- Wait! I go, too.
Jack and Ann are on the beach. It is a beautiful summer day. This is their first holiday which they spend together. A few months ago they met and the 'chemistry' appeared at first glance. Both are young and good looking, especially Ann. She has the body of Venus and face of a glamorous movie star. He looks quite smart with a short beard and analytical eyes of an artist, what he really is. Ann is sun-bathing and, since he is standing above her trying to paint her, she ventures to ask in a sort of timid whisper:
- Move your shadow away, Jack, please. Don't you see that I am sunbathing?
He holds up his soft broad palm and says with a sudden grin from ear to ear,
- I see. And it is a beautiful view. You've already got some color. After only three days. You are amazing. So patient.
Ann answers with nonchalance:
- Thank you, dear. Oh... the painting is already finished. Bring it closer, would you.
Jack slinks out of his business and brings the painting closer to her.
- Here.... what do you think?
Ann becomes aware of her heart beats because she is overwhelmed with pleasure.
- Hmmm.... I like it. Especially the golden color of my hair on it. It is not exactly the same, but I like it. I must try to find the same golden tone at a shop and apply it on my hair.
In a way, expecting her to say it, Jack asks dropping his brush:
- Really?! I am glad. But, you see, this is how I experience the one you already have.
A thought flashes upon her and she exclaims:
- You artists! You always see things in a different way.
He pipes up in a contemptuous squeaky voice:
- Maybe. It is called inspiration. Something that comes from inside when triggered by something from the outside. Don't you have it, too?
She answers in a spiteful tone:
- I don't think so.
Jack's indomitable spirit impresses:
- What are you reading, Ann?
She holds a magazine with three middle-aged women on its cover having a sort of romp:
- This magazine about knitting. I am trying to understand how is this pattern made. See...?
He mutters:
- Yes... looks quite complicated. You think you can see through and find the solution?
She says, very civil but firm, letting nothing scares her away:
- I must. It attracts me too much.
With one foot raised up to approach her, Jack smiles:
- He-he... attracts you... Why?
Her eyes shine clearly:
- I don't know. Looks like a way, lost and found... Why are you looking at me so surprised?
Resembling Socrates, he smiles again:
- You surprise me every day. I didn't know you were an artist, too.
She lectures him in a peculiarly exasperating manner. It is a way she has.
- Maybe I am, when these things are concerned.
He declares sturdily:
- Or it might be my influence, eh?
She looks at his face with surprise and curiosity and then holds up her hand:
- Might be...
He hasn’t been talking loud but he lowers his voice still more.
- You want some of these cookies?
As if he has said something illegal, she ignores his question and wonders:
- You've been to town?
Believing that she has known it, Jack is surprised:
- Didn't you know? You were laying there and I told you I was going to get some breakfast in the bakery. I thought you heard.
Her precious little sometimes present themselves:
- I must've fallen asleep on this lovely morning sunshine.... Mmmm... tastes good, fresh. The bakery is perfect.... What's new in the town? Heard some nice gossip? This beach is much too private, we are nearly cut off from people here.
He slips past her:
- You, city girl! I thought you liked our privacy!
Feeling mighty comfortable, Ann streches her fabulous body:
- Of course I do. But, now and then I like to hear a good gossip.
With a wave of his hand, he shows how much he enjoys her company:
- He-he... Well, I had a coffee with some people in the coffee shop and I heard that this little town is several hundred years old. There are some significant historical stories connected with it. See that distant castle over there.
She nods:
- I do.
Observing the distant spot on a hill bathing in the sun and the millions of tiny sun reflections from the sea, Jack says:
- There was a nice 200 hundred years old love story happening there. We must go and visit it one day while we are here.
She nods again looking at his eyes:
- OK.
Jack jumps up heading towards the water:
- I go to swim.
She gets up, too, her face looks very nice below her shining golden hair:
- Wait! I go, too.