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"So we meet again." he said "Perhaps my technique is not so bad after all, No?"
I smiled up at him and invited him to join me. We spent the next twenty minutes swapping details about each others lives. Today he had a
traditional artist's sketch book and he proceeded to tear out several pages. He handed me the pages which contained several more drawings
of me. He said that he drawn them the night before but sadly he had to rely on his memory when he produced them.

All the while we chatted he busily sketched away on his pad. It turned out his name was Carlos and he was from Brazil. He claimed he was a
struggling artist. While then he admitted he wasn't really struggling that much since his wife was a high level executive with a multinational communications company. He had accompanied
her to the United States on a business trip that involved visits to a half dozen cities. He claimed he hadn't seen much of her lately as she spent
the days in business meetings and the evenings at boring dinners and cocktail parties. He hated the social aspects of her job and often refused to
attend most of the functions and when he was forced to attend usually left long before they ended.
Periodically he would show me the drawing of me that he was sketching. This particular drawing of me appeared to be a representation of
a naked me. As he worked on the different facets of the drawing he would occasionally show the picture to me and ask if I approved. I approved of
virtually everything he drawn except when he was sketching his impression of my breasts. When he showed them to me I shook my head and said
"No, no, no."

"Chrissie? You don't approve?" he asked.
"They are very nice." I said "but sorry to inform you made them too big!"
He laughed and said "That is called artistic license my dear."
As my lunch hour was winding down his drawn was almost complete, all except for a purposefully undefined area between my legs. I pointed to that
area of the drawing and asked him "Why?"
He looked at me, smiled and proceeded to sketch a small penis where most people would expect to find a vagina. As soon as he'd added the
appendage to my figure he looked at me as if he was once again seeking approval.
I smiled at him and just whispered "Yes."