’ ‘Will I meet the scriptwriters and lead actors?’ ‘No dear. The scriptwriters rarely come here and the cast is all on leave. You’ll not mee... them, um unless you test successfully. What is it about you? You don’t look glamorous if I may say so. All we have been given is your name and our instructions.’ ‘You think I’m Mr Bryce’s toy girl don’t you.’ Betty colored. ‘The thought has been discussed. We don’t like mysteries.’ ‘It’s nothing like that. He saw me in a college play and invited me to. " She stood there kind of stunned. "GO!" I said. She then dropped what clothes she had scrapped up and she ran towards the back door and then out in to my backyard and to the shed. I grabbed her purple thong, Polka dot bra, denim shorts, yellow tang top, her sunglasses, and her flip-flops. I left her iPod on the computer but that was no big deal. I ran her clothes to my bedroom and I threw them under my bed. Then I went back to the living room and went in front of the computer and opened my. Mom and Dad continue to feud with Grandpa Pickering. The fact that we've brought Erica's great-aunt into the fight proved to be doubly beneficial to us. The old biddy (her name for herself) happens to be a "close personal friend" of several state representatives and even a couple of judges. Erica made the mistake of asking how close. I won't tell you the answer, but both Erica and I had very red faces for the rest of the evening. Anyways Louise was happy to talk to some of her "friends" and. "Yeah, right." So, what was it about?"She rolled herself over until she was on her back. She looked up at me, her eyes twinkling, an impish smile on her face. "Well, I don't know if I should even tell you, now. Did you really have a dream about me?"I blushed again. "Well, yeah."She cocked her head. "What kind of dream?" Um, well, it was in Africa. I'd bought some jewelry, an amulet or something. Then I ran into you on the street in the marketplace." I wasn't really going to tell her what.