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After Hours at the Exhibition
   "Pierce was an extraordinary craftsman," Tom said in his tour-
guide voice. Anne, his new girlfriend, stared at the dollhouse, 
eyes rapt with excitement. "An artist," Tom continued. "Look at 
the detail. Everything to scale. Everything exact. Even the 
little paintings. Rubens, Rembrandt, Renoir."
   "Too bad no one could play with it," Anne said.
   "Oh, but they could," Tom answered. "Pierce invited the two 
neighbor girls in from time to time. Cute little girls."
   "How do you know?"
   "Pierce painted them, miniatures. He put them on the inside 
wall where we can't see. Scenes of the three of them performing 
secret acts of intense intimacy."
   Anne let her breast brush against Tom's chest. "Show me."
   "I can't," Tom said. "It's forbidden. The security cameras--"
   "C'mon, don't tease," Anne said, pressing closer. Nipples
tight. Breath hot. Eyes lewd. "Show me."
   Tom took her behind. He showed her. 

After Hours at the Exhibition
by Mat Twassel
2003 Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke Festival

Still a couple of days left to post your story to the
festival! Hurry, hurry, hurry! This year's BSFSF ends
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--Mat Twassel

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