The deadline was looming and there was still so much to finish. Derek’s absence was enough motivation for Michelle to agree to 'Skype' if it was sug...ested. If he did not, she considered suggesting it herself.Twenty minutes passed, then thirty. This fucking guy was becoming a disappointment just like her husband. This tardy pattern of his was annoying, and tonight more than ever, was becoming a problem.Why did he disappear like this?As much as Michelle wanted to have sex with this man, she was. A moderate success as an uncredited B-movie screenwriter. Annie could do quick, she could pencil in changes on the fly. She got a part time job evaluating unsolicited screenplays. She sewed costumes, did makeup. Did location scouting in Southern California. Took part in crowd scenes. Scored a few lines in a few TV shows. Annie was usually on the periphery but always around the business she loved.She was still on the fringes, and still plugging along when she saw me for her first ever therapy. I bought the stock in the David Smith persona so that there would be no trouble with age limits. I was well on my way to establishing David Smith as a real person. I wanted to make David Smith my public face in FU and keep Bruce McLoud private as much as possible.I had not been able to think of a way to speed my way through highschool; I was just going to have to suffer through. I had made a real mistake by going to war when I did; it made the life of a teenager a real bore. How could I get. "Ask him what the man's name is that is coming. We'll meet him with transportation."I said, "Mr. Davis, I'll close the office right now. If you'll give me your agent's name I'll meet him at the airport and bring him straight here."Good ole' Amos wasn't all that smart and said the man's name was John Miller from the DC office. He hung up after cautioning me about removing anything from the files.I asked the secretary, "Have we copied everything that can be copied?"She smiled and said, "Yes.