|
Her breasts were smooth and milky-white, spilling over the top of her dress, nearly revealing their full selves. Yet she stood with poise and confidence, unaware of her blatant sexuality.
»My darling, it is time that I must leave. But I shall return at the same time next Saturday.«
He bent and kissed her porcelain hand, and stared up into her face, her beautiful expressionless face. As he turned to leave, the security guard watched him, and said »See ya next week, Frank.«
Frank nodded, and left the museum, already counting the hours until he would see his beloved Statue again.
|
