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Elise noticed the small woman one day in late October. She sat apart from the others sketching at a pad cradled in one arm. From a distance she looked like a child -- a flower child from another generation with straight dark hair parted at the center and a long cotton dress of tiny faded flowers. The women at lunch glanced curiously at her, but mostly ignored her. One day Elise approached her. "May I look?" The woman smiled with small childs teeth. Her eyes were large, piercing gray, the skin dusky. Elise thought of gypsies. "Sure." She turned the pad. The sketch was a caricature of the women -- exaggerated jaws and noses, hiked skirts, knotted calves, outrageous breasts, broad bottoms black orgy asian, mouths in motion. A gaggle of absurdity. Elise laughed. Another woman drifted over, looked, shrieked. Soon a crowd gathered. The giggles overpowered the rustle of dry fall leaves. Pigeons on a ledge fluttered away. The next day the woman -- her name was Micah -- sketched again, slimming a blousy secretary, arching her horn-rimmed glasses into alluring cat-eyes, and turning a large mole on the womans cheek into a black orgy asian heart. The secretary was delighted. Micah tore it from the pad and gave it to her. On Wednesday she gave a skinny paralegal gentle swells of breasts and huge fawn eyes. A receptionist wanted a sketch for her boyfriend Thursday, but a copy editor had promised one to her husband. A twenty five dollar tip from the editor settled the dispute. By black orgy asian Monday the going rate was fifty dollars. "I played right black orgy asian into your hands, didn I?" Elise said seven days into the enterprise. She had begun sitting with Micah each day, watching the lines and smudges spring to life. The child-woman laughed as she sketched a stringy platinum attorney. "If it hadn been you, it would have been someone black orgy asian else. Curiosity always gets the best of somebody black orgy asian. Do you want a commission?" "Of course not. Do you make much money?" "It helps pay the electric bill." "Do you do anything besides caricatures?" "Sure. Look straight ahead black orgy asian." "Oh, please don ," Elise demurred. "Don be bashful. Straight ahead." Micah shifted toward her and began to draw. "Id never do you in caraciture. You e too good a subject," she said. "I doubt that. My chins too weak -- and I hate my eyes." "You e chin is fine and your eyes are great. Very unusual."