...'' I replied. ''You can fight it but not for long'' he smiled. ''What do you mean by that ... '' I retorted a little testily. ''You felt the power ...arlier and that was only a small example. The seed is sown and the path is assured.'' he said with an enigmatic smile. ''What were you doing earlier'' I asked a little less angsty. ''A dance for nature. For the natural order of things. For growth and to pay homage ... for life.'' ''Well I hope it goes well. I'm off to bed.'' I got up and turned. Now I was running the set and it was amazing how the girls' attitudes changed. I spoke, the light changed, the guy with the fan comes running up. I must be someone important, no?Actually, I was doing this little thing for my buddies on the road crew. If someone told you to go hold a fan on the girl as she jumps, dressed in some sort of gauze, how fast do you think you'd move?I wasn't kidding myself about how popular I'd gotten. The chicks wanted to look good for their photos and they were. Erin, had leaned across the sofa and was squeezing my cock through my jeans. "What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted at her. "Acting?" Erin said, looking at me uncertainly. I paused the scene. We were going to have to re-record over this last part. "That's not how this is done," I said. This had never been a problem with Denise. She had been pure professionalism. "But... I need to get into character," Erin argued. "What? It's sex. Can't you fake it? I mean, there's nothing to it. Just go. I was always curious as to why a business man would have to come to a cyber cafe to use the Internet, were they secretly having online relationships, accessing porn sites their wife’s had forbidden them to visit, the Internets seedy underworld seemed to attract an array of both men and women. I ordered an ice tea and a muffin and grabbed the last available computer. I sat down with my thoughts and turned on the computer, the words and images and icons blurred across the screen as I sat there.