”“But those that stayed over will be coming here soon for coffee. What do I say to them?”“Take the t-shirt off and give them a kiss that’ll ...nock their socks off. They’re all going off to start a mid-morning golf game. We can talk more then. You set the tone with them. If you act all pissed at yourself and them for fucking you, guess what you’ll get?”“Nothing good, I suppose.” Samantha sounded resigned.“Correct. People will respond the way you want them to, but you have to show them what that. Actually it’s with Grant’s fraternity.” “Isn’t that ironic,” he said in mock surprise. I continued to go through the boxes and pulled out another pair of boots, they were identical to Ashley’s. “What are you planning Doug?” I asked. “Who said I was planning anything? I actually thought it would be fun for Ashley to go as a Dominatrix, ironic no?” Ashley smiled and walked over to Doug and sat on his lap. “I love it, Mr. Anderson,” she said kissing him deeply. I found myself slightly jealous. Except for men over 40, we have enough people to practically triple cast this show. I don’t normally believe in understudies, sitting and waiting for someone to get a cold, or a broken leg, but in the case of this show, there will be a few.”They all chucked at that.“After the scene work, I will be cutting again, and putting it online. There aren’t any big dance production numbers in this, there will be some musical staging, and those on our next cut list will need to show up tomorrow ready to. We had to share a table with a man on his own but that wasn't a problem. We chatted away about what we were here for and my husband told him he was going to play golf with business colleagues tomorrow whilst I cruised the shops on my own. When my husband was away getting more drinks, Alan asked me if I would like to attend a bukake party tomorrow whilst my husband was on the golf course. He had some young girls booked but they needed a "House madam " to make sure everything was going ok and to.