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SORRY I ABANDONED **MY FATE BY WISDOM PRO**, I LOST THAT PHONE AND ALL THE EPISODES OF THE STORY WERE PRE-TYPED THEIR, SO TYPING IT AGAIN WAS ANOTHER JOB, SO HERE IS A MUCH MORE INTERESTING TALE YOU WON'T RESIST.
[b] LOVE IS INNOCENT NOT BLIND
EPISODE 1
Her first show at the exclusive 2025 Gallery in Midtown Sacramento. The opening was not until mid-month, but today was the day to meet with the curator, Thomas, to discuss the installation. 20 pieces to show – all painted from tears and much needed healing.
Standing in front of the glass entrance, Lily took a deep breath and forged into the lobby. Wondering how this meeting would go, her mind took her back just six short months ago when they first met.
Divorce from a long marriage now final, sitting in art class – one of many – watching the others as they painted and chatted. Lily moved through her paints meticulously and lovingly with each stroke of the paint brush. She wanted it just right – it had to evoke the right emotion to be understood.
Then, out of nowhere, there he stood. Tall, slender, dark wavy hair slightly greying, with an easy going manner and smile. He was staring at her work with focus as if he could anticipate her next brush stroke. Their eyes met and locked. Something electric went between them as he strode over to her easel.
Lily gulped and her breath quickened. Lily, average height and build, dark hair straight with a mind of its own. Green eyes that sparked dark green and hazel when angry or passionate. When relaxed and happy, a tint of blue mixed in with the green. Her eyes changed color as often as her moods. She thought it unattractive, but others saw it as exotic.
Self-conscious and unaware of her own sensual appeal, she blushed and dropped her brush on the floor. With ease, he leapt to grab it just as she swooped down herself. Their hands grabbed the brush simultaneously, and their eyes locked again.
“I think this is yours,” his deep timbre voice resonated into her soul.
His easy smile reassured Lily. “Hi, I’m Thomas Bates. And you’re?”
“T-t-thank you,” she stuttered. “I’m Lily. Lily Cr – Sanders.”
He laughed easily, not mocking, just in amusement. “Did you forget your name, Lily? Don’t answer, just divorced?”
Lily nodded in agreement and took the brush. Her hands were shaking and quivering keeping her from making one stroke. She thought, “What is wrong with me? I’m a grown woman acting like a high school child!”
“Are you stuck? Perhaps I can help?” And he took her small hand in his, held the brush with her, and started making strokes on the canvas exactly where she was intending to start her composition.
Suddenly, Lily was painting as she never had before. Thomas let go of her hand and the brush. Lily continued drawing from the confidence emanating from him. He believed in her.
As she painted, Thomas made small comments of encouragement. “Perfect, Lily!” “Beautiful!” “So powerful!” The more he ooh’d and aah’d, the more assurance she had in her work. Her fears of not meeting expectations flew away with that one touch of his hand.
When she had gone as far as she could on the canvas before the paints became muddy, she exhaled slowly. He laughed, “I was wondering when you were going to breath. You have to learn to control your breathing, Lily, if you are going to paint for me.”
Another sharp intake! She gazed at him timidly, eyes turning color, reacting to his statement with a brighter green and questioning if she had heard correctly. He smiled, “You have great talent. I can see it! I want to handle you in my gallery and see how much I can bring out of you. Are you game?”
That night after class, Lily and Thomas went to a local pub, The Rellik Tavern. It was known for its ultra-lounge appeal with its lowered lighting and soft cushy sofas. Choosing a hidden corner sofa, they talked and shared for hours. Lily found herself drowning in Thomas’s own blue eyes, watching his mouth as he talked. Thomas found himself gazing into Lily’s eyes watching as they changed colors depending on her conversation.
Lily wondered what his lips would feel like on hers, and Thomas wondered the same. Sparks were flying and both became wrapped in each other. There seemed to be no one else in the pub, only the two. To any outsider of their conversation, it would seem that they had been lovers for a long time, so in tuned to each other as they were.
For the first time in a long time, Lily felt beautiful and sexy. Thomas only wanted to take this beautiful flower home with him and nurture her to what he knew would be a brilliant and breathtaking woman. “She already is – someone needs to let her see it.”
Taking her hands, he reached over to kiss each one delicately. Lily felt herself drawn even more to this man. She didn’t know where this would lead but she was ready to go the journey with him.
He stood up, all 6 foot 1 inch of him towering over Lily’s 5’5” frame, but she didn’t feel small up against him. Instead, she felt self-assured and confident in her own beauty.[/b]
to be continued tonight
