I do not want my backstage area reeking of second-hand smoke!"Garrett took off his sunglasses so I could see how he let his gaze travel up my figure u...til his eyes met mine. "Two minutes 'til curtain up, Princess." I could not stand the way he called me ‘Princess’ while he dropped the cigarette and stepped scuffed boot on it. Before I could tell him off, he turned his back on me and walked up the ramp to the curtain to the back of the stage.Just as I was turning away, Richard was right there,. I made some suggestions about what he might like to do and then he pointed me to an empty office and I settled in to draft a plan to cover what we had talked about.We broke for lunch about one o'clock and I made another quick phone call to try and catch Leslie, but she still wasn't back yet. Burt sprang for lunch and when we had finished eating he said:"Can I ask you something personal?"I said, "I guess so."And then he asked me when was the last time I got laid. I told him that it had been over. How can we help you?" Came a deep throaty voice, not unlike Kathleen Turner’s, over the phone. "Ah, hi there. I've had a bit of an accident and tore the ligaments in my ankle. I'm having difficulty getting around. I was wondering if you could send someone over to help look after things while I'm off my feet?" the male caller asked. "Oh sir, I am so sorry to hear about your injury. If you tell me your name and what you’re looking for, someone a few days a week to dust or live-in help to prepare. " Then I give myself a little pet talk, saying, "Go slow, and don't be too darn provocative."I sighed, rolled my eyes, and giggled. "Ah, let's just have dinner and see what happens, I'm not promising anything yet." Okay, see you Saturday. I'll pick you up around six thirty p.m., if that's alright with you." I'd like that, because I'm still new to this area. I don't know my way around town very well, and can get lost going around the corner."You laugh and say, "I don't get lost sweetheart, I've.