“Gimme a minute to process this...”“Sure. Take your time.”It was a few minutes later when she spoke up again. “I have so many questions abou... this. Where to begin?” She pondered.“I am clearly a pariah in Hollywood. Do you think this is a good idea? I don’t want to do anything to damage the reputation of the Golden Globes, and my presence there could certainly have that effect.”“The panel debated this in depth. I won’t kid you – you were the most discussed candidate for any presenter this year,. You're not mad at me?" Mad? No. I'm not mad. It's not like it's something I hadn't thought about doing myself. I just never had the balls to actually do it." So, you'd be ok with getting with me another time, for a repeat performance?" Sure, Jessie. I'd like that. Right now though I gotta get my things packed and head out for another business meeting." You going to be gone long this time, Mr. Carl?" About two weeks this time, Jessie. Got to get this all finished before the holidays and back. "Man I wish all the instruction we got was done the way this armor knowledge was. I know everything about using this armor, like I'd been using it my whole life!" Yeah, I got the same treatment for my collar. Pretty impressive. But didn't you get some of that kind of treatment when they first pulled you off of Preci?" Skid asked."Yeah, that was probably part of the program, but to be honest, I was so confused and dumbfounded by what had happened that I didn't realize it was happening."That gave. "I'd love to take the long way home." I told him. He grabbed my hand and we drove around town in circles for about an hour or so. I loved spending the quality time with him. "We're home!" Paxton yelled enthusiastically. It sounded like we'd been on a long trip together or something. I loved everything he said and how he said it. I loved his looks and his body. I loved his voice and all his lame jokes. I loved him. "You can stay right there until I come around to help you." Mr. Schaffer said. I.