Kathy handed the book with the lock to John and winked at him.
"Do read it in private. I wish you a happy birthday, sheriff", the ogress nods at him and wandered off. As tall as she was, she had a certain grace to her, John always noticed and while he'd never openly admit it, he loved her deeply.
After the kids were finally deep asleep, he locked his door and drew his curtains. What could be in this book that warranted a lock, he wondered. He sat down onto his rocking chair and opened the leather bound tome. A photograph of Kathy in one of her more eloquent dresses leaned onto her elbow, staring at him hungrily. He had seen this look many a time and it has almost always ended in the horizontal.
He smiled at this sepia toned picture and flipped the page. With each page she removed more and more clothes and suddenly slapped the book close when he heard a knock at his door.
"Papa? I can't sleep", Patty meek voice came through the door and an embarrassed John hastily closed the book with the key still in its hole.
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This is a sketch I did at work after seeing historical fashion photos and I loved the pose. The story is Vic's and will hopefully one day be a virtual novel, and if you haven't figured already, a 18+ kind. I am personally not much into Western but my hubs is a good story teller. So sometimes I can't help and sketch one thing or the other just to visualize his vision.
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graphite on white paper with watercolors
Kathy handed the book with the lock to John and winked at him.
"Do read it in private. I wish you a happy birthday, sheriff", the ogress nods at him and wandered off. As tall as she was, she had a certain grace to her, John always noticed and while he'd never openly admit it, he loved her deeply.
After the kids were finally deep asleep, he locked his door and drew his curtains. What could be in this book that warranted a lock, he wondered. He sat down onto his rocking chair and opened the leather bound tome. A photograph of Kathy in one of her more eloquent dresses leaned onto her elbow, staring at him hungrily. He had seen this look many a time and it has almost always ended in the horizontal.
He smiled at this sepia toned picture and flipped the page. With each page she removed more and more clothes and suddenly slapped the book close when he heard a knock at his door.
"Papa? I can't sleep", Patty meek voice came through the door and an embarrassed John hastily closed the book with the key still in its hole.
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This is a sketch I did at work after seeing historical fashion photos and I loved the pose. The story is Vic's and will hopefully one day be a virtual novel, and if you haven't figured already, a 18+ kind. I am personally not much into Western but my hubs is a good story teller. So sometimes I can't help and sketch one thing or the other just to visualize his vision.
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graphite on white paper with watercolors