"Well... well do you deny that is you and Rebecca, kissing?" No... no, I don't... but it's not what you think... it was all very carefully orchestrate..." I said, protesting my innocence."Oh yeh... like the other one's she's going to show me... they will be a set up as well I suppose" There are no others... I swear honey... nothing has or will go on between Rebecca Webb and myself" So you say... quite frankly I find it hard to believe... that kiss looks pretty real to me... just how long have you. They were scheduled at five-minute intervals, but somecame late, and some were early, so the girls pretty much shot thepictures as the actors were available. Carly had a clipboard where shekept track of who had been shot, and who was due. They were done at thecenotaph by 9:30 and headed to the high school to shoot the theatre guys(and girls), along with their teacher. Mr. Churchill and Mrs. Cathcarthad been shot earlier in the week, at the school. Then it was over tothe Legion where the last. His hands slowly moving up and down her sides, squeezing. Candi was putty in his hands. Mike slowly pulled the bottom of her dress up, slipping his fingers between her thighs. Candi moaned into Mike’s mouth as his fingers rubbed her clit. He pulled his hand away from her and turned her around. Mike looked around quickly, seeing if anyone was around. Seeing that it was all clear, he unzipped his pants and pulled his throbbing cock out. He lifted up the back of her dress and pulled down her thong. There were many other rooms, of course, but so far were unclaimed.While Anna was helping with the cleaning, she saw a man walk in from outside. He was staring up at the symbol, which was not unusual. Nicole had explained that the symbol was part of "racial memory", and everyone would recognize it, if only on a subconscious level. What was unusual was the man's appearance. In a sector of the city where the most expensive clothes to be seen were those that had only been worn once before, this man.