“Oh shit, kid. Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” Carson wheezed, covering his left eye.He felt a firm grip pull him to his feet, hefting all of Cars...n’s 160lb weight with one powerful stroke.“Lemme see that.”Carson pulled his hand off his eye and felt a callused, muscular thumb brush against his cheek.“What was that?” Carson asked, his vision blurry.“I’m sorry,” Mr. Armisen laughed. “I think it was a button.”Carson looked down. A button had popped off his shirt, and now he could see a tuft of curly. The dress. She's so beautiful. I just never --."His mother fanned herself with her open hand and took a secondcomposing herself. She nodded to the director as Logan returned as theybrought Cameron to the set."Just sit her on the bench and she won't look too tall. He's a big guyanyway, so it should create a nice contrast," said Mr. Vandermeer. "Iwant you to just use you're mousiest little girl voice when you readthe cue cards honey." Yes sir," said Cameron. "I'll try." Softer and squeakier. Don’t you think so too?” “I hoped you’d feel this way,” he replied as she continued to smile at him. Damn woman, do you have any idea just how freakin’ sexy you really are, he asked himself. “Umm Jefferson?” she said, “Is something bothering you?” “Oh uh no, no nothings bothering me at all!” he replied. “Well the only reason I asked you that was because you were just standing there and your eyes were like glued on me. I mean personally, some women like that, but there are others who find that. “And why’s that? You awful young to be out on the road by yourself.” He said, deep voice laced with concerned. “Well you’s wrong there, I ain’t alone no more,” she betrayed herself with a giggle, “But if you must know, I ain’t got nowhere to go. I did live out near Crooked Creek with my ma but she done run off with some guy she been seein’ and I didn’t figure she’d be comin’ back no time soon so I left. I waited ‘round that shack for somethin’ like two weeks ‘fore I left today.”“And you just.