At a riverside café we stopped for sandwiches, sitting outside under a shaded umbrella. Swallowing a bite of her croque-monsieur, a baked ham and che...se sandwich, Callie asked, “What’s with those machines? Haven’t they heard of digital records?”“The microfilms?”“Uh-huh.”“It was the latest technology way back when. In fact, it was the technology adapted for spies. British MI6 and the OSS - now the CIA - used the technology to...”I stopped. A sudden thought occurred to me.“To what?”“Give me your. Jane did not mention that she missed him, but Marie had not been able to stop thinking of how he had made Jane and her his sluts. However, she did not discuss her feelings with Jane, and Jane did not tell her mother how she was feeling. It was almost as if they both wanted to forget that night and the following morning of shameful behavior, and to pretend that it had never happened.However, when Jane told her mother that Brad had returned, Marie’s heart fluttered with the thought that he would. When we arrived to my apartment, James put down my grocery on top of my dinner table; we begin to stare at each other eyes with passion. We begin to hug and kiss, like we never had been kiss before. I say to James ‘Relax yourself; get comfortable I will put something on sexy’. James begin to take off his clothes, strength out on my bed, I have put on a mini tin top shirt with the word say ‘fuck me’ on it. The shirt only cover half of my 46D cup tits with my nipples hard and show, nothing at. He’d had enough of the chit chat.“So tell me, when you came to be an actress, was there a specific genre you were interested in? You know, musicals, comedy, drama, or didn’t it matter?”“No, I was game for anything. I could sing a bit and had taken dance lessons when I was a kid, but I would have taken anything. You know how it is when you’re young, you think anything is possible. I was no exception.”“Yeah, I can relate to that.”“That’s right; you wanted to be a writer. Tell me how that.