“How
about you unpack and grab a shower and I’ll take you to dinner?
There’s a good Thai place around the corner,” Flynn said.
“That
would be really great, thank you. I could sure use a shower. I was on
the bus for hours! I feel grungy,” Pia replied.
“I’ve
got to get another one myself. I didn’t get all the paint off.”
“You’re
an artist?”
“Yes.
I’m a body painter. I also model for others. You can’t tell now,
but I was most recently the subject of a camouflage painting along
the wharf.” He took out his phone and showed her pictures. It took
her a moment to pick him out of the background.
“That’s
very cool! You did that?”
“No.
I’m good, but I still haven’t figured out how to paint my own
ass.”
Pia
stared at the picture and picked out the pose. He was facing the
water, a perfect depiction of a weathered wood piling on his right
leg. His left was on a packing crate, making him look rather like the
Captain
Morgan’s Rum
pose. He had a very nice ass under all that paint.
“Very
cool. Even if you can’t paint your own ass. But think how much
money you’d make if you could!”
“Not
sure there’s a big demand for that.”
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2017 Dellani Oakes
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