Mr.Pruce pulled a concealed weapon from his shoulder holster and crept down the hall to extricate Oliver from his hot shower. Charles went to the blinds and pulled them open so he could better see what he was looking for, the four paintings. After glancing around the room he eyed four canvases along the dining room wall. As he came closer he stopped in his tracks his jaw dropped "Oh my God!" Charles exclaimed.
Meanwhile in the bathroom Oliver sat back in his tub relaxing when he suddenly had the strange feeling he was being watched. He opened up his eyes to make sure no one was there and he screamed in terror when he saw Bengiman Pruce standing above him with a gun in his hand.
"Mornin' Ollie," Mr.Pruce said dead casual "How are you this morning? Hung over?" he smiled pulling him up out of tub.
"How did you get in here?" Oliver said in panic as he grabbed for a towel to cover himself.
"Xation sent me to see you, it seems you are late on your delivery. Now wrap up that little Vienna sausage of a dick of yours and get your ass out here." Mr.Pruce said ushering him out of the hallway and out to meet Charles, who they found staring at the completed paintings.
"Well," Mr.Pruce said to Charles as Oliver stood there dripping wet, wrapped in a dirty towel
"What's the verdict?" he asked as Charles remained silent for a moment.
Oliver did not know who this handsome, dark eyed, stranger was but he was immaculately dressed and looked like a man of great wealth and taste, so Oliver stepped up behind Charles looking over his shoulder and asked him "Do you like my work?"
Charles did not realize Oliver was standing behind him, so close to him, this made Charles very uncomfortable and he took two steps away from the half-naked, wet, man.
"Jesus Christ." Mr.Pruce shouted as he looked down at the paintings of Xation's favorite polo ponies. "Unfucking believable," he said "You did this Oliver?"
"Yes." Oliver replied waiting to hear what the man in the Italian suit had to say.
Meanwhile in the bathroom Oliver sat back in his tub relaxing when he suddenly had the strange feeling he was being watched. He opened up his eyes to make sure no one was there and he screamed in terror when he saw Bengiman Pruce standing above him with a gun in his hand.
"Mornin' Ollie," Mr.Pruce said dead casual "How are you this morning? Hung over?" he smiled pulling him up out of tub.
"How did you get in here?" Oliver said in panic as he grabbed for a towel to cover himself.
"Xation sent me to see you, it seems you are late on your delivery. Now wrap up that little Vienna sausage of a dick of yours and get your ass out here." Mr.Pruce said ushering him out of the hallway and out to meet Charles, who they found staring at the completed paintings.
"Well," Mr.Pruce said to Charles as Oliver stood there dripping wet, wrapped in a dirty towel
"What's the verdict?" he asked as Charles remained silent for a moment.
Oliver did not know who this handsome, dark eyed, stranger was but he was immaculately dressed and looked like a man of great wealth and taste, so Oliver stepped up behind Charles looking over his shoulder and asked him "Do you like my work?"
Charles did not realize Oliver was standing behind him, so close to him, this made Charles very uncomfortable and he took two steps away from the half-naked, wet, man.
"Jesus Christ." Mr.Pruce shouted as he looked down at the paintings of Xation's favorite polo ponies. "Unfucking believable," he said "You did this Oliver?"
"Yes." Oliver replied waiting to hear what the man in the Italian suit had to say.
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