The vodka kept us going well into the night, until Dayna decided it was time to go home and let us "celebrate."No sooner did Rene see her friend to th... door, then she came down the stairs and into the hallway that led to our bedroom. I was sitting in the chair in front of my computer, which was next to hers. Motivated by vodka, she began to run her hands up and down my chest. As she worked her way down to my now growing bulge in my pants, she undid my button and the zipper on my well worn blue. She told me to sit down. She asked me what I thought about the script, now. Would I really have liked to make it? Without thinking, I said I would. She asked me why, and I talked to her about the shots, about the framing, about the bits that would be difficult to film and what I thought we could do about it, about how you could make the hole in the wall scene really funny – about how porn films weren’t successfully funny, but this one could be – about how I thought the climax shot would be. Coming from the south, through the well-tended corn fields and skirting the edge of lake, the traveller (invariably lost, and oftentimes angry) will arrive on Main Street almost before he realises it; on the other hand, coming from the north, over the moody forested hills, will also take you right to Main Street, but will at least give you the advantage of having seen it coming. From the south, you'll pass a handful of attractive two-storey homes, set back a little from the road and bordered by. Then she put it in a high ponytail. She plucked afew hairs from my eyebrows. I was a little hesitant when she wanted toadd a little eyeliner with some pale pink lipstick. Shushing myarguments she proceeded with my light makeup. Standing before the mirrorI was amazed. I wasn't a knockout. Nor was my figure to die for. Infact, I was kind of plain. What I didn't see was a man." After that it wasn't hard to convince me to go for a long ride and getsome fresh air," Mom related. "With the provision.