The Hundredth Portrait of Goodbye

My wife said she was allergic to semen, so every time we reached the final moment, she made me take care of myself.

But she was willing to swallow her lovers’ stuff.

In seven years of marriage, she took exactly twenty-nine lovers.

The thirtieth young man sat naked in the middle of the studio while Vivian Blake focused on drawing a nude sketch of him.

When I pushed the door open, the sound of charcoal scraping against paper stopped dead.

“Isn’t drawing outside enough for you? You had to bring him home to draw him?”