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    The Kennards

    “I thought everyone did that,” I said chuckling, “where are you from anyways?”

    “North Carolina.”

    “You’re from the South? You don’t sound like it.”

    “Nah, I’ve gotten rid of the accent because I work in the film industry, but once in a while it’ll come out,” Tina said.

    “Film industry? Are you an actress?”

    “Hell no,” Tina said laughing, “I’m an executive. What do you do?”

    “I own an art gallery.”

    “No way! Oh you have to take me!” Tina said, “I love art.”

    “You do?” I said unable to hide my excitement. Most women I dated either hated art or were just ignorant about it.

    “Yes! They always have so much meaning,” Tina said smiling widely, “which way is your gallery?”

    “You wanna go now?” I said in surprise.

    “Yeah!” Tina said, “it’s even more beautiful at night!”

    I was speechless. It was true. Art looked more beautiful when only illuminated by the display lights. Sunlight tended to blur the image. But not many people knew that.

    “Do you see art a lot?” I asked.

    “My dad used to collect art in his basement,” Tina said, “there was nothing to do in the small town I lived in, so I would just spend hours looking at the pictures, and trying to draw them.”

    “Wait, you’re an actual artist?” I said. Could she be more perfect?

    “I said tried,” Tina laughed.

    “Let me see something,” I said.

    “No way, I’m not that good,” Tina said.

    “Come on.”

    “No, you’re an art gallery owner, you’ll see my horrible technique as soon as you see the picture.”

    “Oh come on, I’m a gallery owner not an art critic,” I said, “come on let me see something.”

    Tina sighed and said, “fine in the glove compartment, but only if you show me gallery.”

    “You get a private tour,” I said smiling and opening the glove compartment, “turn right at the light.”

    I pulled out the small sketch book and opened to the first page where there was a beautiful sketch of a man cuddling a young girl on his knee, with a grand smile his face. I instantly noticed that her technique was unprofessional, but the picture was flawless.

    “Wow!” I said smiling at her.

    “Don’t lie,” Tina said blushing.

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    1. Wow,that was hot, I liked the story, but what will happen with tina’s family, do they know that Tina is gay, will they accept Bette as her girlfriend? please update us ASAP, thanks ;)

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