<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Dorian's Studio with Dorian and Mr. Driscoll</strong><br/>            (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br/><em>"This was my vision."</em>Courtney had followed Dorian's movements after he pulled the remote out of the desk and walked over to the shooting range.  Following, her curiosity getting the better of her.  Dorian had a very mysterious and quiet air about him which she found hard to read, but the large grin on his face spoke volumes about his how he saw the world and how he approached his photography.  When the lights switched on Courtney was humorously surprise and impressed both at the same time.  She was a little scared to ask how Dorian had been able to get a sport car in the middle of his studio.  She walked over and walked around in the 'garage', running her hand lightly over the body of the sports car.  It felt real enough she thought to herself, but she wondered if it would support her weight.  On one of the work benches with tools laying everywhere there was a greasy old pair of coveralls.  Realizing the robe was fully open and simply hanging from her shoulders, she let the robe drop to the floor.  Picking up the coveralls, she slowly slid one leg then the other into the large opening in front.  Arm after arm until the coveralls fit comfortably on her shoulders.  The zipper down the middle stopped just at her crotch level.  With a mischievous grin on her face, she slowly zipped zipped up the coveralls to just above her belly button.  Looking over at Dorian and Jarvis, she put her hands out hoping to gauge some form of approval or response.<br/>