Even now theplatinum haired woman was trying to brush the tears away with her fingers andthe tall man was walking away. Walking away to the back of th... set where aman and a woman, both dressed in black, were manhandling something. Somethingthat moved a lot easier with his help. It became obvious what it was as it came into the full glare of the studiolighting. It was an ornate wooden chair. It looked like a throne that couldhave come from the back lot of a studio. Mainly wood but seat and back. ” Georgia replied. “My boy was trying to help. All they had to do is turn around and there’s a butcher shop right here. My son could have been shot on the street like an American!” She then remembered where La Contessa was originally from. “Not that all Americans get shot! I mean ... you know what I mean.”“He is getting cleaned up.” Maria offered before she dug herself any further. “They had him on the ground.”“It’s no worry, though.” Georgia said. “I get blood out of his clothes all the time,. My back is towards him. Pre-planned, of course. If he were to flick on the lamp, I daren’t risk trying to maintain a sleeping face. But he doesn’t turn on the lamp.“I’m sorry,” he says. His body moves closer to mine. I know he’ll be warm. His hand rests in the curve of my waist. It fits there so perfectly. My eyes are open but he doesn’t know.“C’mon, baby. Give me something, huh?”No. Resist. No. I can’t. I should have conditions, should’ve thought it through. All the things, all the terms. You. Even if they open the door, they never even come down the stairs. We won’t be interrupted,” he said as he opened the double doors and they stepped down into his bedroom. Adrian turned on the light and went back to close the doors.“Your bedroom is just so cool.”He walked over to his stereo and turned it on, filling the room with calming white noise. He didn’t want any sounds to reach the rest of the house and the white noise would capture and muffle anything audible. Adrian walked over to Jenny.