I got quite a surprise. The voice on the other end of the line was one that I had heard before,but did not immediately recognize. Suddenly, though,...it hit me. It wasthe producer, the one who made the film of my date with Quinn. I hadwatched the DVD numerous times over the last few months since I received itin the mail. Jacking off to that film was the only sex life I had. I hadnot even been on a date with a girl since Quinn. I did not want to dateanyone, but Quinn. "What can I do for. Even if they call them Ant Cakes." She said."Have you ever seen us buy Rice Krispy's?" I asked.She almost turned green as I pulled into the store parking lot. "And youare planning to fix Snails for dinner Saturday night, aren't you?" Well yeah, but that's different." Not at all. It's exotic the same as grasshoppers, ants and crickets." Itold her."Ok next time they ask if I want to help I'm going to. I think I justgot a lesson in being open minded."On the way back we ran into Donnie at the gate.. Fuck, I was horny. My hands slipped lower, grabbed her tight ass and squeezed hard. After twenty seconds of grinding and moaning, she put a hand on my chest and gently pushed us apart an inch or two and gave me that sweet little smile. I could smell the expensive bourbon she’d been drinking on her breath.In a voice that could be clearly heard across the silence in the living room she said, “Ryan, I want you real bad but you’d be a sorry host to your guys if you fucked me in front of them. Poor. All I had left was my car, my clothes, and my Beverly Hills home. With taxes coming due in a few months, I needed income and I was running out of options.I felt tears welling up in my eyes again. “I just need someone to give me a chance.”“I’ll keep working the phones, I’ll try to make something happen for you.”“You said I have options, but I really don’t, do I?”There was a full minute of uncomfortable silence. Then, “I can set up the meeting if you want me to.”“Jonah Goldstein.”His name, those.