Pat and Ralph
.... "lord knows i need my birks. and a fleece pullover." he was just dying to experience the russians. of course, he didnt know the language but that was a petty detail to him. he was far more concerned with whether or not his acrylic paint would freeze in the cold weather. the more he thought the more thrilled he was. he tore off his red plaid button down shirt and basked in the cool kitchen air. he likes to expose his nipples to excitement. they made excellent texture. then it struck him. more time away from ralph. all this learning abroad was torture to their relationship. sure pat would send a postcard here and there. but it wasnt the same as being cradled in those beefy tanned caouette arms. pat couldnt hold back anymore. hot tears poured down his cheeks. all he could think about was ralph sitting at dinner with his wife...thinking of nothing but pat. this was inspiration for a new painting. pat fled up to h...