"I suppose it would be okay, but you'd have to setup back here. Mr. Franks doesn't like people moving around, it distracts the cast." Back here's no p...oblem," Ron said as he took the camera and mounted it on the tripod. Since he seemed to know what he was doing, I left him to it.I went backstage where Mr. Franks was giving the cast a last-minute pep talk. "Alright people, we're going to do three full runs today—no stopping, if you drop a line I'm not going to prompt you, you'll have to cover on. ’ ‘Crap, you told me yourself that at each swim meet all your family would come and watch to cheer you on. Your aunts and uncles, your cousins and parents. What was all that for if not to impress them.’ ‘They came to support me, not to be impressed. The same way I went to my cousin’s football games or track meets, that’s what big families do, they support each other. Even when I lost they were there for me.’ ‘Nice to have had a big family, nice to have any family!’ and knocking back the liquid. I tried moving back but my eyes were still being covered. "Joe!" I cried out, before the hand which was covering my eyes dropped to cover my mouth and reveal my captor. My eyes widened with shock. Joe came around the corner of the house, stopped and stared. After a few seconds, he managed to bring himself to talk. "Dad…?" "Hello son" Joe's dad replied "why don't you get rid of those jeans and join me and your buddy here?" "What are you doing here?!" Joe asked while getting closer, all the while. Wrong place, wrong time.?Her covered head turned towards me, staring at blackness.?Don’t make any noise.? I said. ?You’ll only make me pissed.? I ran my plastic-gloved fingers over her small breasts. Then I opened the serrated jaws of the steel peg and let them snap onto her right nipple.She thrashed around a bit, or tried to. But she barely moved an inch.?Shh !? I pressed my switchblade to her other boob. ?Keep still.?She managed to calm down, drool bubbling from her nostrils.?Nod your head if.