After I had gotten Mr. Simmons off, I went to the bathroom to cleanup. When I came out, he told me that I could go home early. I waspuzzled. Did he...regret what just happened? I gathered my things andheaded for the door. Before I got out, he gently grabbed my arm."Anna, I don't want to give you the wrong idea. I really like you.And I really like what happened in there, " he smiled. "But I'mmarried and your in my class." Yeah, I know," I said. I thought he was gonna blow me off. Butwhat. I started to look through her drawers for panties and bras and selecteda matching satin set with little lacy flowers trimming the edges. Then Ifound a pair of sheer stockings and a suspender belt. I slipped on thebra and panties and then her satin dressing gown which was hanging onthe back of the door. I started looking for something to stuff the brawith, settling for a couple of silk scarves, they didn't feel as good asthe bra with gel inserts, but filled it okay. During this search I had also. “Could we play on the radio?”“Sure, I avoid getting on when there’s a storm with thunder and lightning but that’s the only thing that gives me pause. My antennas are in trees and I haven’t drawn a strike yet but I try not to tempt fate.”“I don’t think you ever do, Todd.”I didn’t respond. We sat quietly through the evening and watched the late news and weather. The forecast fit mine. We went to our beds to sleep.Saturday morning, I woke to bright sunshine. Everything outside glistened. I pulled. It was a Friday evening, and I was just packing up my laptop and notes. We flew out to Santiago to begin two weeks of filming on Sunday. This is what had really sucked. Andrea was supposed to be back in LA this past weekend, but the shoot had run over, and she wouldn't be back until Monday. But by Monday, I would already be in Chile. Ordinarily a writer did not need to fly out for such a short shooting schedule, but Beckett had ordered that I be there to at least observe. It had been a long.