They decided to hire both of us to write the script. They were throwing buckets of money at me for the movie rights. Then they threw satchels of money...at me and a similar but slightly greater amount to Elaine to write the script. I did make sure that Elaine got more than me and all the credit as the head scriptwriter. I had no real clue where to start.Elaine was ecstatic and Connie was pissed. Because of her job, Connie couldn’t accompany us. Elaine and I would have to work together to write. Wherever they’d been, Rebecca had been out in the cool, windy weather for long enough for the effects to show up on her face. She squeezed close to Jim, obviously uncertain about meeting a stranger. Like when seeing Colleen in her grade school days after having such a torrid history together, I was just as surprised to find that I had no physical response when seeing Rebecca again. It must mean that I’m not some sick freak. I loved seeing and speaking with them as children but felt nothing. “Why don’t you give Jim a lap dance?” I asked, “I’m sure he’d love one”Kate was still wearing her skirt and stockings, but was topless. I watched as she moved over to Jim, who had been sitting beside us on the sofa watching us. I could see the bulge in his pants, he surely wasn’t going to complain.Kate changed the TV channel to a music station, and began swaying to the beat. She moved slowly over to Jim, her hips bumping as she approached him. She began his lap dance, rubbing her breasts in his. Ellen had gotten drunk and I had used that to my advantage and used and raped her, even after she told me that she was placing herself in my hands for protection.What a fucking BASTARD I was! I reasoned, as I heard the sound of the shower water spraying, through the wall of the other bathroom.I know how fragile and delicate a woman's psyche is. My poor sister was probably in that shower, right now, (and had been for hours) crying her eyes out and trying to scrub the degradation, of what I did.