..Brad came to me today and said I had to see a video he found he opened his laptop and let it play it was a BDSM video the girl was tied to the bed w...th her ass raised high and a guy was beating her ass for her with a belt I could hear her cries but she didn't sound too scared at all she sounded kind of like she liked it a little but then the guy took his hand and dipped it into a can of lube it dripped off his hand and I realized what he was going to do he was going to shove that hand into. C’mon man. I know you didn’t listen to a single word I said tonight. You had your eye on her the whole show” he exclaimed.I just ignored him and ate my sandwich.We never really spoke again until the final rehearsal, the night before the first show. I watched her every rehearsal, wanting to talk to her but I was too much of a pussy to just start it. I didn’t let her get in the way of learning the cues again though. I REALLY didn’t want to be the one to fuck up this. Surely that would settle her down, he thought.Gretchen looked at Ferris, trying to figure out where she went wrong. Her smile did not give away her disbelief in his words. She was sure now that he was not going to go along with her ideas. There was no way she would be able to do all the work herself in getting him promoted. If he were not going to put in an effort, she would have to shift her focus. “Okay, hun,” she smiled, lying the entire time, “I will be thinking tonight about you and. Catch up with editing. Write a story.” I thought for half a minute. “Maybe write my life story, Doug’s and mine. Perhaps no reader would believe it, but it would give some guys a hard-on and make a few women angry.”“Do it, Clarissa,” said Jen. “Not many of us can tell a story like yours, and none of us could write it as well as you would.”I told her not to do herself down. She had every bit as much literary skill as I had, probably more. Maybe, she said, but I don’t have the commitment to write.