<br/>Resting her head on the bar above, Jazz took a few moments to catch her breath.  A sated smile was firmly placed on her face.  Jake, always the gentleman, helped her up and even washed her afterwards.  He was such a thoughtful lover.  There was never any doubt about his feelings for her.  Any fears that sometimes krept up about things changing was soon wiped away with the tender strokes of his hands and the kisses he lavished in her.<br/><br/>“Actually I’ve got the metal sculpture still.  Might be done in a day or two.”  It was a commissioned work, so there was a time frame on this one.  But beginning to get commissioned projects was a wonderful feeling.  At least you knew your ‘baby’ was getting a home and it was often appreciated by more people.<br/><br/>“Sam says the people from LA that want this one might be interested in something for their Denver Lobby as well.”  She smiled brightly at Jake.  Sam, her agent, had been finding more work that would fall into her changing lifestyle.  “He’s also talking to a couple galleries about shows.  Probably ensembles at this point.”<br/><br/>Jazz’s eye naturally roamed feely over her husbands frame as she sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in a towel drying her hair.  “If Harriet needs anything… I’ll call you.”  Jazz was excited and yet nervous about their friend’s arrival.  It was a big change for all of them, especially Harriet.  She didn’t deserve the mess she was in.<br/>