Mrs Potiphar's Lover


MRS POTIPHAR’S LOVER1

By Robert Davidson2

Netta Thorbold made her way up the stairs to the studio. She had agreed to sit for a young artist.3

‘Sorry, I’m a bit late,’ she said as she came in the door, ‘but we’ve been busy at the shop.’4

The studio, or rather Felix Appleby’s bedsitter, was large and bare, with grey walls, on which were pinned the studies he had done. It was a pleasant room with two windows that reached to the floor.5

‘So you got here all right, Mrs Thorbold?’ Felix was already at his easel working on a sketch of the beach and pier. ‘Had no difficulty finding the place?’6

Their conversation was stilted. Felix seemed a little shy, Netta thought and she could find nothing but commonplace things to say to him.7

‘If you’ll stand squarely on the platform in front of the window,’ he was saying, ‘with your hands clasped behind your head, you’ll find that the easiest pose.’ It will also give him the best view of my breasts, she thought. ‘That’s right,’ he said. She gave him an indifferent glance.8

She looked at the youth preparing his charcoal and a new sheet of paper. He’s far too quiet, reserved, she thought. Well, I suppose he has to concentrate. She let her mind wander vaguely while he stood outlining her figure. She wondered if he would … well, he ‘shows promise’, she thought. A solid-looking athletic body, supple and muscular. And that boyish face!9

And then he was asking her to sit on a chair he had placed under the window. He was wanting to measure her head and torso. Her blue eyes held his as he came near, offered a challenge. The slightest curve of a set smile was on her lips. Her throat was white in the shadow. She crossed her legs, tugged down her skirt.10

She was a woman of forty, with a great deal of glossy dark red hair; it was handsome hair, he thought as he saw her close to. The wide white rise of her breasts beneath the raw-silk blouse. A proper Juno. Her eyes both met and avoided his. He was aware of a quickening of his heart. He was serious and silent working on his sketch.11

I must be double his age, she told herself. But I will manage him all the better for it. Life can’t be wasted in the waiting. Her smile was full of the old wisdom of woman.12

She could feel his eyes on her. Was he enjoying the feast of her body, or did he think she was far too old? Felix was trying to look at her impersonally, as an artist, concentrating on flesh tones, colour values, getting the perspectives. But the maturity of her figure. And that enormous bosom!13

He studied her like a physician, but he was teetering on a highwire without a net, he thought.14

When it was the rest period, Netta came to see what he had done. She turned to him, ‘How are you getting on, Felix?’15

‘I don’t know why I’m having so much trouble,’ he said. ‘But I mean to get it right. I must take the measurements again. And square out my paper differently.’ He set to work once more.16

In spite of himself she stirred him. The disturbing nearness of her body. At the beginning, an older woman is always best, he’d read somewhere. The boy is better for it. But I’d shrivel up like a winter apple, I suppose. She might be the key to the mysteries, he thought. But she’d devour me if I’d let her.17

He recalled how he had been selecting material in Humphrey’s Art Shoppe the previous Thursday afternoon when he saw the new shop-assistant behind the counter serving a customer. A full-blown woman absolutely beautiful. Red hair, white skin with an air of obvious sensuality. 18

Felix had stood mesmerized still holding the paint brushes that he had been selecting. He groaned almost out aloud. God, what would it be like to paint that figure! She would be superb as the model for his painting he was working on. She appeared to be in her early forties.19

A fine web of lines under the eyes, some powder caking about her face. Her smiling lips with a lipstick that was too scarlet but on her was somehow permissible. A fading prettiness? Perhaps. But her breasts were deep and full with a large amount of cleavage. Her dress fit her form perfectly, tight but not too tight. He was finding her quite a turn-on despite that fact that she was probably twenty years older than himself.20

He kept on watching her. He could stand discreetly behind the acrylic display pretending to examine it. When she reached up for some wrapping=paper on a top shelf he could see how large and heavy her breast was, and he almost gasped aloud. He just stood there holding those brushes gazing at the most striking woman he had ever seen. She resembles a Jean Racine heroine, he thought -Phaedre perhaps, with that classic profile. 21

As Felix pretended to choose another paint brush, he realised with a start that there was someone standing behind him.22

‘She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Humphrey French, the shopkeeper was saying. He was a pleasant little man with a black beard.23

Felix was so surprised that he dropped a brush and it rolled under the stand. He looked at the shopkeeper in front of him. Felix had spoken to Humphrey many times when he was ordering materials and Humphrey knew that Felix was an art student at the College of Arts. ‘Um, w w-what do you mean?’ Felix stammered.24

‘I saw you watching her. It’s okay - I sometimes catch myself just looking at her. She is beautiful.’25

‘Um, yeah, uh, she is nice looking,’ Felix managed to say. He felt himself blushing, he was embarrassed. He didn’t know why he found the older woman so alluring, he just did.26

By now the red-haired lady was bringing some boxes over towards the two men. She asked, ‘Who is your friend, Humphrey?’ and smiled.27

‘Felix, meet Netta Thorbold. Netta, this is Felix Appleby and he’s an artist,’ said Humphrey.28

‘Art student,’ Felix corrected.29

‘Yes,’ said Humphrey, ‘but he exhibits and has sold at the Esplanade railings on Sundays.’30

He shook Netta’s hand and it felt warm and smooth. ‘Oh, how delightful,’ she said. ‘Do you do figure studies? I was a model once.’31

Netta Thorbold spoke with a slight accent. He could smell her perfume now that she was closer. She smelled wonderful. That scent mounting up.32

For a moment they were caught in a net of small talk and Humphrey French was asking what Felix was working on. He said he was planning a study of Potiphar’s Wife.33

‘And who is she?’ asked Netta. Her eyes were bright with curiosity.34

‘The wife of an Egyptian lord who Joseph was taken to when he was sold into slavery by his brothers,’ explained Felix. ‘It’s a story in the Bible.’35

‘Mrs Potiphar tried to seduce young Joseph,’ smiled Humphrey. ‘She was very disappointed and angry when Joseph rejected her advances.
‘Sounds fascinating,’ said Netta with a laugh.36

‘Do you still do some modelling? Felix asked nervously.37

She considered Felix for a moment, studying his face. He’s very appealing, she thought, but far too young, with his hair all rumpled and his shirt open revealing that muscular throat.38

‘Not for a long time,’ she replied. Under her blue eyes there were violet shadows. ‘I’m getting a bit past it.’39

‘Nonsense.’ Humphrey French turned to his assistant and said, ‘You could sit for Felix when you finish work at 5.30. There’s still plenty of light at this time of the year. His studio is just down the street.’40

‘Acland Street,’ Felix said quickly. ‘My room’s above a delicatessen.’’41

‘How could I resist? I’ve done a bit of theatre in my time. I always had a secret ambition to play an abandoned hussy,’ Netta said amused. Humphrey wrote Felix’s address on a piece of paper and gave it to her.42

Felix asked if the following afternoon would be okay. Netta said fine and told him she would call on him then.43

Netta was late again for the sitting the following Monday afternoon. Felix was worried about the light and was anxious to begin. But it had been stiflingly hot day, ‘Sorry,’ she said as she mounted the platform to take up her position, ‘but I had to go home and change.’ She was wearing an open-necked jonquil silk blouse and yellow shantung skirt.44

A nicely exposed cleft, thought Felix but as usual the make-up and the lips were overdone. Not my type at all, he told himself as he took up his charcoal and began slashing shapes onto paper. Sure enough, he wanted her fabulous body, but not quite in the way she wanted his. He wanted her to pose, draped diaphanous for his painting. But she’s far too old, he thought. Such a full-bodied womanly woman. Enough to rob me of my male power!45

But the more Felix resolutely tried to ignore her overblown female charms, the more he found himself thinking about her - as a woman! The way that red mouth smouldered, parted. He then pictured her as dominant. Bestriding him!46

Her perfume and the posture of her body filled him with sudden lust. She shifted uneasily on the platform. He found himself staring at the swelling of her breasts. He imagined running his hand down the arch of her back and across the curve of her buttock. But would she spring at his throat if he touched her? he wondered. No doubt there was a tiger latent in every lady. Or would she give way utterly?47

He glanced along the line of her shoulder. Artists -weren’t they supposed to look at a woman’s body in a different way? But he wanted her so badly it disturbed his work. He saw himself as a man on a tightrope without a safety net.48

I owe it to myself to seduce her, he thought. Perhaps I should seize her by the hips, throw her down on the floor and take her, there and then. I could do what I want with her. Instead he found himself inviting her to have coffee with her at the café across the road.49

‘I’ve got a better idea,’ Netta said, stepping down from the platform and gathering up her things. ‘How about the pub on the corner? It’s such a hot night. I could do with a drink.’50

As they made their way downstairs to the street, Netta thought. I’m passionate by nature. I have a great need of a man. To drink at that fountain of youth. The soft, moist contact of a young man’s mouth. Perhaps he is far too young. But then, let’s consider the number of unfair advantages that men take! 51

‘More whisky and dry?’
‘No, thank you, kind sir.’52

Netta and Felix were sitting side by side in the Prince of Wales looking at each other. It was a hot and close evening and, despite the air-conditioning the door stood ajar to give a cool draught. Some boys were playing pool at a table on the other side of the room.53

Although the years were passing, Netta had A face still touched with beauty. Conversation now flowed more easily between her and Felix. It was the time of whisky-truth. She proved a human being who wanted to talk about herself. Opening herself to him.54

‘I married a sad tom-cat,’ she said, finishing her drink. Harold chucked me for a much younger woman.’ Felix saw her eyes fill. His heart was caught - to see tears. ‘Harold went off the rails when our son was drowned in a yachting accident. I suppose it was his way of coping with grief. That was five years ago now. Geoffrey would be about your age had he lived. You remind of him a lot, Felix
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‘When you give yourself, you are disarmed, vulnerable to disappointment, hurt, rejection,’ she continued. ‘And that scares me. So I try to remain remote - and safe. I want the impossible, I suppose. To be young again, no doubt. How smooth and young your face is,’ she murmured after a pause. She then asked him playfully if he had a girl, if he had slept with her? ‘Surely you’ve had many love affairs at the college?’55

Felix went red and laughed. ‘You want to know too much,’ he said.56

‘Ah, I thought so,’ she cried triumphantly, ‘look at him blushing.57

Because he knew she was eager Felix was filled with an enormous need to affirm his virility. He thought to himself that he would be a fool not to take the opportunity. He owed it to himself to seduce her, he considered. He made up his mind to do it. To take her back to his room, seize her in his arms.58

As they left the pub. Netta asked with a smile, ‘So what happened to Mrs Potiphar in the end?’59

‘She turned bitch, told her husband that Joseph had tried to rape her when he had in fact rejected her.’60

They were silent for a moment.61

‘Well, the night’s still young. Netta said. ‘Like to go for a walk along the beach?’62

‘Yes - no - yes, I’d like to,’ he heard himself saying. It did not sound like his own voice. ‘No - at least I mean, I’m …’63

‘Come on,’ she said, and her voice was a silken mockery.64

She imprisoned his hand in her own. Felix felt he was walking into a net. Well, I need to grow up, he told himself. But I’ll certainly need a net to catch me if I stumble.65

Her hips were brushing up against him as they walked. 66

They wandered a little apart from each other along the shore. On the sea the moonlight was caressing the waves.67

Felix was precisely aware of her body, aware of its posture and its closeness, of just where it would touch his own and how it might be taken hold of. He very much wanted to embrace her but he feared he might do it clumsily. Would he be a stallion at stud, or would he rush off like any frightened spinster? He simply did not know.68

In the distance a man and a woman oblivious of the world about them were making love in a shadowed stretch of sand.69

‘Well, they certainly seem to be busy,’ Netta said, again taking his hand,70

They walked on to the other side of the kiosk and sat down on the sand. Her body touched his. He slid his arm around her back and pressed his face awkwardly against hers. Her hand descended his back. Then locking her arms tightly about his neck Netta thought wildly, I will draw youth and strength from him.71

The Netta was unbuttoning her blouse, exposing herself shameless and stark. His gaze imprisoned in the shadowed cleft. What a woman, he thought. He worshipped her. At the same time he was paralysed with fear.72

‘I’m terribly sorry, Netta.’. His heart was flaming up intensely.73

But her heart was mother-soft, ‘Come closer to me,’ she said.74

Felix knew he must meet his fear face to face. But in every heart there lurks some secret dread. His whole body seemed to be gripped fast, like a ship wedged in ice.75

‘Don’t be frightened, Felix. It’s beautiful, wonderful. And afterwards you will be really free. And you will make me very happy.’76

For a moment it seemed to Felix as if a pit would open and swallow him up. He felt as though he were invaded by her. But then she touched the tips of her fingers to his mouth.77

‘I want you, Felix. And you want me. That’s something we can’t be mistaken about.’78

Slowly he pulled himself up to a sitting position. Then he turned away from her to hide his face in his hands.79

‘What is it?’ murmured Netta. She caressed his back.80

‘I’m not going to be any good,’ said Felix. ‘I was afraid of this.’81

‘It doesn’t matter. Embrace me.’82

He stretched himself out almost stiffly and buried his face against her. Then his arms pinioned her with violence.83

After a little while she said again, ‘There, relax.’84

His eyes ate into her face. He felt her feeling running through him giving him strength. Love, he realised was a growing out of yourself into the other. With the warmth of her body flowing through him, he felt he could conquer himself.85

It was a few minutes later that he said, ‘Do you know, I think it’s going to be all right.’86

She allowed her hand to brush against the front of his trousers,87

‘Well, said Netta with a smile, ‘it looks like Mrs Potiphar’s not going to be disappointed after all.’ 88

Copyright. 2007 robertdavidson.89

Note. A very different version of this story may be found in chapter 39 of the Book of Genesis. 90


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  • Mazzon
    October 21
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    Quite nice. The point of view skips and jumps quite a bit, but somehow it doesn't really distract. There's a bit of repetition here and there, but the only one that stands out is the twice used 'tightrope without a net.'
    The story had a somewhat victorian feel to it, I liked that.
    A bit of refining and maybe a tad more explicitness and this could be really good.


  • Lady Editor gold member
    October 19

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    This was a well-written story. I think that the descriptions are really wonderful. Felix's uncertainty and youth as well as Netta's certainty and age are really excellently contrasted. This story, overall, was really rather interesting.

    I LOVE THE DESCRIPTIONS! THANK YOU for entering this in my contest.

    I wish you luck in future writerly endeavors,

    Lady Editor

    Crit:
    She was a woman of forty, with a great deal of glossy dark red hair; it was handsome hair, he thought as he saw her close to. [Close to what?]

    He groaned almost out aloud. [out loud]

    When she reached up for some wrapping=paper [why use an = sign?] on a top shelf [,] he could see how large and heavy her breast was [breasts were], and he almost gasped aloud.

    By now the red-haired lady was bringing some boxes over towards the two men. [I would use either "over" or "towards"]

    But it had been [a] stiflingly hot day, ‘Sorry,’ she said as she mounted the platform to take up her position, ‘but I had to go home and change.’ She was wearing an open-necked jonquil silk blouse and [a] yellow shantung skirt.

    Instead he found himself inviting her to have coffee with her at the café across the road. [coffee with him]

    Although the years were passing, Netta had A [a] face still touched with beauty.

    [']Harold chucked me for a much younger woman.’ Felix saw her eyes fill. His heart was caught - to see tears.

    You remind of him a lot, Felix[.]

    Because he knew she was eager[,] Felix was filled with an enormous need to affirm his virility.

    As they left the pub. [comma insted of period] Netta asked with a smile, ‘So what happened to Mrs Potiphar in the end?’

    ‘Well, the night’s still young. [,' instead of period] Netta said.

    In the distance [,] a man and a woman oblivious of the world about them were making love in a shadowed stretch of sand.[a man and woman oblivious of the world were making...]

    ‘Well, they certainly seem to be busy,’ Netta said, again taking his hand, [.]

    The [Then] Netta was unbuttoning her blouse,

    ‘I’m terribly sorry, Netta.’. [.'] His heart was flaming up intensely.

    But her heart was mother-soft, ‘Come closer to me,’ she said. [But her heart was mother-soft, ‘Come closer to me.']


  • KitterBean
    September 29

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    Great write...great read! I really enjoyed this! Thanks for entering and good luck in the other contests =CC


  • Darkess gold member
    September 22

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    lol I thought it was going to be a lot longer than it was. It was definately award worthy. Excellent job

    MAGNIFICO!


  • angellove silver member
    September 8

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    This is a very good story with great attention paid to details of characters' emotions and physical descriptions. This has won many awards, so you know it's good also.

    I'm afraid, though, that this doesn't fit this contest. The parameters of the contest is that only the point-of-view character in a Bible story is changed. The other characters in the biblical story must remain the same. I'm going to have to DQ this. I am sorry, but perhaps you can enter this in another contest I do later. I might do one that has stories related to biblical stories.

    Thanks for entering and God speed to you in promoting this wonderful story.

    God bless you.
    Beth


  • quicksilver moon
    September 7
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    Overall its a good story with the touch of reality to it. The conversations are realistic and I like the way you have conveyed the insecurity felt by the younger man in approaching the more mature woman.I also find it interesting how you used the story of Mrs Potiphar's seduction of Joseph in the story twisting the ending of the real Potiphar's wive's tale. Nicely done.


  • Blackwings
    August 11
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    I liked the fact that the begginning of the story was all about power XD I though it was great I liked the details and the way everything flowed the characters were awesome and the story line was awesome ^.^ Nicely done and thanks sooo much for entering in my contest ^.^
    ~Blackwings


  • Naive.
    August 8
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    I don't think I loved the story as a whole; I simply liked it. However, I did love the sensuality and the difference in ages of the characters. It was well written, and Netta's last line was fantastic. I do think the pacing could use some work, but this is overall an intriguing piece.

    Thanks for entering and good luck. =]

    -jj


  • Intrepid
    July 23
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    NOw the rule was 2000 words, but as I have read parts of other entries over 2000 it only seemed fair to do the same in this case - I dont think you asked me whether or not you could enter but from what I have read It was a good story you might want to look at some of your pacing, but not that much lol.

    good luck & thanks for entering
    Blair


  • moonwriter
    July 15

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    This was really good. I loved how well-written this was. Good luck in all your contests! You have an amazing story on your hands.


  • Rosemary silver member
    July 10
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    Nice details

    I liked the twists in the story. Good luck with my contest.


  • Ashleigh London
    July 4

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    Congrats on all the trophies. This had fantastic detail. I have to say I rather found myself intrigued by the characters. And the sexiness was just lovely. Thank you so much for entering and good luck.


  • Prim-Rose
    June 24

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    A very stunning and sexy work, you described the characters well and made the story deep. Great job!


  • miles of smiles
    June 22

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    A beautiful and sexy piece, I love how each of the characters thought quite similiar thoughts of the other, and the descriptions of each.


  • Glow in The Dark
    June 13

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    Pretty Cool

    Well, you didn't technicly write this, but it's still very good!
    I loved it so very much!
    Good luck!


  • AllOuta
    June 4

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    A wonderful story, though not really within the bounds of the contest. Sure they each struggled with their own issues over the start of the affair, but there was no real heartbreak involved.

    However, if I was to just read this and not have to judge it for the contest, I would have to say it is one of the most interesting takes on that particular part of the bible. You have a skill that echoes of Austin or Randolph. Very well penned.


  • tallblondie Greeters member
    May 31

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    Good imagery and analogies. It is nice to see a writer move beyond comparing things a 'like' or 'as if' - you written each character's part with conviction. This, in particular, is borne out here; 'He saw himself as a man on a tightrope without a safety net.' and later references to this analogy.
    Beautiful descriptions and emotional response which contributed to a smooth flow in this piece.

    Thank you for your entry and good luck.


  • Tiger-Lily gold member
    May 31

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    This is a pretty good story!

    I found it hard to judge, however, as you seem to have read the rules to quickly and missed out the option number.

    HT


  • Baisi
    May 11
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    This is a great piece.


  • whatami
    May 11

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    I think I've commented on this before, but now I'm judging as a judicator. Your descriptions are so real. I love your character's names. Lovely story. But what happened to your author notes? Did you read my rules? Message me.


  • Intrepid
    April 15

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    Hay I am sorry but I had to remove it from the contest as the word count limit is 1500..sorry... but feel free to write and submitt something with a smaller lenght.

    Blair ~


  • HoneyAngel
    April 9

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    Wow this was really good. It certainly was passionate. I loved that he was an artist.

    It had great imagery and was just flowing and so well put together.

    Good luck.

    Angel


  • SympatheticMisery
    April 8

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    Well written, easy to read, highly descriptive, and simply a great story. I loved it!

    Thank you for joining my contest!
    Good luck!

  • zas51zas
    April 2
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    Hi, thanks for entering my contest.
    Well done and good luck!
    zas51zas

  • mysterydragon
    April 1
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    really great story. like the way you write. great style.


  • whatami
    March 19
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    nice metaphors, you used them without overdoing it. pleasant read. great job.


  • Zsadist Gates
    March 13

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    I liked the idea of this story, but the flow was really choppy to begin with, and you switched scenes without giving much warning. My mind would wander continually into the thoughts of one scene before I realized that you'd switched. It could do with a little bit of revising as well, BUT this contest isn't based on that.

    Anyway, the story was really intriguing. I like the subtle mystery to it, and the underlying bit of myth to it. The storyline was definitely original. And for the record I LOVE the book of Genesis. This was good, definitely ^^

    Thanks so much for entering, and good luck!


  • dustbunni3
    March 12

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    I really liked the description used and the way you went about this story. The ending quote was probably the most awesome part of the whole thing, aside from the lustful thoughts.. I did find the age difference rather disturbing, only because I can't imagine being twenty, seeing a newborn baby boy, and twenty years later falling for him.. Either way, thisi was a good story...Thanks for entering the contest and good luck!
    Ana


  • Mephitic ID Synergy
    March 10

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    On the whole, I liked this quite a bit. The change in the characters was well planned and executed. There were a couple areas I found confusing, though.

    In pp 3, you say "She had agreed to sit for a young artist," and I took that to meant she was going to housesit. For those of us unfamiliar with art lingo, it might be clearer if you said "pose" instead of sit. I had a similar problem with the word "studies" in pp 5, finding it confusing. I thought of like graphs and charts. I couldn't make sense of this sentence: "Her throat was white in the shadow."

    The other thing that threw me was the transition to the art shoppe scene. The way you started pp 20 made me think we were back to the artist's studio. I didn't realize that he was still in the art shoppe until pp 23, meaning that I thought for a moment that someone was behind him in the studio. Part of the reason, I think, that I thought you went back to the studio at pp. 20 is that he was regarding her there, and there is nothing in pp. 20 or 21 specifically to suggest that we're still at the art shoppe. Perhaps the solution would be to add a little detail at the beginning of pp. 20, maybe something about how the art shoppe's lights hit her, that let the reader know that you haven't changed back.

    pp. 83 is a bit hard to envision. Perhaps you should be a bit more specific about which part of her he's burying his face into and/or which part of her he's pinioning with his arms.

    There were some grammatical errors, but I only bothered to note one:

    72 "The(n) Netta was unbuttoning her blouse"


    Once again, I liked it quite a bit. The artist especially seemed very realistic. The timing seemed good, especially at the end, and nothing felt rushed.

    Mik


  • IxLovexElphiex
    March 5

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    i love this everytime i read it! although, it seems more lust and less love to me, and my contest asked for something gooely romantic. maybe others feel like thats how this is, but i dont know....
    thanks for entering and good luck!


  • Champaign Kisses
    March 5
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    Wow This was great i was into it alot. thanks


  • Julia-Black
    February 29
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    I agree with bakermiddle, the beginning is a little slow and choppy, and i could even go as far as to say a little undescriptive. Through the story the sentences got more complex and more iteresting. Over all, I liked it. Good luck in all the contests.


  • bakermiddle
    February 24
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    I think that the beginning of this particular story was a little choppy and didn’t flow as well as the rest of the story. But towards the middle and beyond, it really began to grab my attention and I enjoyed reading this. However, I’d recommend using quotation marks whenever a character speaks. Keep writing! Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest!

  • Syrean
    February 21

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    Interesting, reminds me a little of The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde. Good luck in all the comps


  • RxxSpiritWolfxxJ silver member
    February 15
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    *whistles*


  • CrazySouthernGirl
    February 15

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    Great!

    Wow, I really loved this, very interesting turn of events and characters. Thanks for entering my contest and good luck!

    ~Lil~


  • Xtclozer-
    February 14

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    great job! Very creative and interesting. I loved the characters
    Good luck in my contest And thanks for entering.