Where the inspiration for story came from I have no idea. I do know it made me very sad to write, and even I was surprised at how it ends. Basically, a small town girl comes to grips with her sexuality, but also summons the courage to take responsibility for her own life and happiness.
When I offered to help, she said, "No! No! Don't come near me," and picked up her bike to fend me off. I ran back to my truck to get my knife. Then we negotiated. / (Reviews)
Harry is an artist. For years, he painted the female form, and made love to his models, with hedonistic abandon. But now he's 52 and still single. He takes a holiday to France, and finds he's sharing a train with Natasha, one of his former models. Maybe there's still hope for lasting love?