The artist tried to concentrate on his work, but the attraction
he felt
for his model finally became irresistible. He threw down his
palette,
took her in his arms and kissed her.
She pushed him away. “Maybe your other models let you kiss them,
but
not me,” she said.
“The other models didn’t resist,” he said.
“Really?” she said, softening, “How many models have there
been?”
“Four,” he replied, “A jug, two apples, and a vase.”
