All that skin meant a lot of oil. We actually had someone whose job it was to oil up every actor and actress. It was sort of like the fluffer girl who...kept guys hard between shots when we did sex scenes.I had to handle a lot of complaints about people with cold hands applying the oil. Then it was the wrong oil, or it hadn't been applied recently enough. Those were just some of the things I heard. Tyra, the director, fielded endless complaints about lighting angles, screen time, and the way he. Quickly moving to correct any mistake in my meaning, I continued, "Sorry, I mean challenging. That's a far better choice of words." Oh I know what you mean alright." Julie said, clearly wrapped up in presenting the facts to me as dramatically as possible."I wouldn't have taken the case except for the money. The guy's loaded. I received a $200,000 retainer up front." Julie began to drum her fingers nervously on the table. Apparently she was wondering how much I should be told."He's a fastidious. It was SO annoying!!!!! Some people were SO obvious about it too. This guy Scott would run back and forth between us on stage. He’d come to me and go ‘Do you like Joey?’ I was like, ‘yeah’ and then he’d run over to Joey!!!!!!!!! and then he’d come back to me and be like, ‘Well, he likes you too, why don’t you ask him out?’ i was like WHAT THE FUCK??!! And so I was told him, ‘well, I don’t ask guys out. I asked him to prom, it’s his turn.’ and then Scott ran back over to Joey!!!!!!!! It was. A woman alone, about her late twenties, in a king-cab pickup truck. She was about 5 and a half feet, maybe a bit shorter, with dark blonde hair. She wore a tan skirt and a man's shirt with loafers on her feet. The thing that really drew Carl's attention was the brisk, self-confident way she jumped down and walked into the store. "Oh yeah, baby," he thought, "I'll take that right out of you."He slipped out of car. He walked openly, not calling attention to himself by being furtive. He dropped.