|
James's face turned red at having to be told to sit, and obeyed, sitting on the couch, and reaching in his back, pulling out a small scetch book. Getting a pencil, he began to draw, in good detail, the first thing that came to his mind. He drew and traced an outline of what he imagined Andrew's bare chest, up looked like, drawing each curve carefully, pulling out his mental image onto the paper.
|