Jamie studied Nils’ latest painting. “That’s very enticing,” she told him. “I think the glasses and the stockings really add something, though exactly what I’m not sure. Wait a second, I have an idea.”

Jamie hurried from the studio, but reappeared less than three minutes later. “Sorry about the miss-matched stockings,” she said. “I was in such a hurry.”

“That’s okay,” Nils said. “I think the difference makes a nice difference.”

Jamie chuckled, then sat in the chair. “I guess I’d better get to work.” Glancing up at Nils, her fingers already inches from her clitoris, she said, “Should pleasure be work?”