"The girl was back. "That was me Alvie, sorry I thought she was that Brandy you were waiting for. She rang the bell, I don't know..." Well, it isn't B...andy, is it? Get her the fuck out of here. And find me Brandy. That twat is costing me time. Money. Shit. Fucking actors."I gathered this was the director, apparently named Alvie, and he probably wasn't ready to share his views on the upcoming elections. So the prudent thing was oops and split. Ah, prudence. Never met the girl."Um, Mr ... Alvie?". " She said, and Clare nodded. "You're gonna be fine honey. Remember, I'll be there with you." She said. Clare just nodded once more.As she walked onto the set, Clare looked around. Other than Annie and Jessie, she didn't recognize anyone, and felt a little nervous, until the slight itch of the wig cap reminded her that she didn't exactly look like herself at the moment. The long, black hair of the wig had been pulled into two, long pony tails, and Annie taught Clare how to put in costume. As Susan snapped off the bedside lamp, I knew that this might be the best opportunity that I'd ever have. I had it all planned out, exactly what to say. I would touch Susan's hip with my hand and whisper her name. She would turn over and I'd tell her how I'd decided I wanted to really wanted to make her feel good for turning me on to Rodney, who was taking me out on another date next week. Then, I'd basically seduce her with words and so on. Instead, to my surprise, I found Susan cuddling up to. It was set on a concrete pad and was 40 feet by 30 feet. He put a barn style roof on his building so he could put two bedrooms and a small bath and living area upstairs if the need ever arose. There was a large covered porch extending southeast supported on pilings overlooking the river. Downstairs he had a nice kitchen separated from a dining area by a breakfast bar. He had a large master suite with ensuite bath in the southeast corner of the downstairs and a living area on the other side..