Yet, somehow she knew this was different. She said, unsure what to say or do next, as the casting agent's blouse was open, showing a black lace bra, "... suppose."Portia continued, taking her blouse off, "It's now or never, Camelia. I have seen a dozen women today. All of them would fit the role fine, but you, there is something about you that intrigues me." There is?" Camelia asked, drawn into the older woman's words."Yes, you have that perfect mixture of innocent and sexy that the script. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll be right over and I’ll straighten this out.”Dazhawn called a couple of members of his crew then got into his limo with them and drove to Tricia’s house. The door was locked when he got there so he just kicked it in. Inside, he saw Tricia sitting tearfully on a couch while her father, Carl, yelled at her.When the door was knocked open, Carl turned to the noise. “Who the fuck are you? Are you the filthy Nigger who is fucking my little girl?”“Are you the fucking racist that. " I'm toast," I sighed."What?" Please don't go around telling men that you wouldn't mind having their babies," I said.She looked shocked." I'd never do that!" she said."You just did," I pointed out.Her eyebrows rose, then relaxed."You mean your baby? That's different. You're special. If I could marry you, I would. I want to have your baby some day."I groaned."Maybe I should keep my clothes on while we snuggle," I said."No," she said, doubtfully. "I don't think so." Believe me, it would be. It was a Tuesday night, closing on one in the morning and all of them had to work the next day. I heard Freddy make some comment about needing to visit the toilet, and as he passed on the way into the house by a deft touch, before I realized what he was doing, he’d killed the call.My hotel room suddenly had an overwhelming feeling of quiet. One minute part of a gang of six, laughing and joking. Transported back from a week I was dreading in LA to share time with my wife and her new friends. A.