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"Well, if you are going to just stand there at least give me this."

Old Francois yanked the thermos out my hand causing my bag to fall off my shoulder and I heard something crack, probablely my water cup, fucking cobbelstone streets! But, I didn't pay it any mind, I was too distracted by the beautiful girl whose feelings I had just hurt. I kept thinking about that cleavage of hers and how it would be great to have her pose nude for me. "Yeah, right Jacque, that boat has sailed, you'll probablely never see her again anyway. Move along, move along."

"Come on now, wake up you horny little bastard! I'm an old man so I value my time much more then you I am sure, let's go be artistic."

He then took a sip of coffee from his cup and I swear I could sense a skip in his step as he made his way back to the stairs that led down to his easel and folding chair below. "Well, it looks like the caffeine is kicking in," I thought to myself, "too bad I missed the sun rising over the water."

I shrugged my shoulders, picked up my bag and carried on ...