Patience. Patience and screwdriver and paper and tape. Patience for mood, screwdriver for climax, rest set stage. Part of me knows putting on show is ...aste of time, other part of me knows that show is effective–makes next guy think twice about raping children. Actor leaves house at half-past nine. Late. Comes back with son and son’s friend. Remember what Dedrick Brown, former informant to the stars, said. Keep eye on trio. Living room warm looking. Actor bring out drinks. Red. Punch? Look on. He told her, "I bet your husband wants to see me fuck you again." He grabbed Maria's phone from her hand. Maria asked him what he was doing and Brad said, "I'm going to call your husband." Maria told him not to call. Brad said, "Well I got something your husband wants to see." Brad started combing through her phone until he found the video camera. Maria had finished her little story, but I was still mad. Maria started the video and handed me the phone.When the video started Brad obviously had. " She answered.He had the touch and bedside manner of a learned man, a doctor perhaps."Let me get you some more medicine. I'll be right back." And he left the room and poured her another small glass of laudanum. "Here, drink this, you'll feel better."She took the drink and sipped it slowly as he picked up the broken pieces of glass on the floor. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and talked with her and he poured them each a small glass of whiskey"You've had an accident riding your bicycle. You. He had really warmed to Sally and thought that the feeling had been mutual, but that had obviously not been the case. ‘Sorry, Tom, could we just be friends?’ she had said at the end of the night. ‘Sure,’ he replied, surprised. Although he was still in a fragile state, he thought he was ready to at least give another relationship a chance. Sally’s rejection had broken him back into tiny little pieces. After exchanging numbers, they’d said their goodbyes, and Tom had wearily dragged his feet up.