" They heard. "My name is Olivia. Of course you know that I'm Jamie's mother." Jamie sighed, and shook her head, while Erin just smiled. "It's very ni...e to meet you." She told her."Where's dad at?" Jamie asked, and looked around. "You know your father. He always has something to do." Olivia said, and shrugged. "Not surprising." Jamie said under her breath. "Why don't you girls go rest up? I'm sure your father will be back soon, and we can all sit down for something to eat." Jamie heard, and. I looked like a harsh schoolmaster lecturing a tardy student and I shook my head in embarrassment.The segment ended and returned to two laughing correspondents. I wondered if they were laughing with me or laughing at me but decided I didn’t really want to know.I shut off the TV and picked up my phone. It was barely past 10 o’clock. I figured Rick would be home so I dialed his number.“Don’t say it,” I said when he started to answer.“Man, that was fucking sweet,” he said. “Did you hear what Matt. I could see the way men looked at me and I knew what they wanted to do to me. Instead of upsetting me (why should it) it turned me on. I make pulses race. I make temperatures rise. I make cocks hard. And every guy I ever fucked has told me I make them cum really hard. That is amazing. Every other guy I hooked up with that year wanted me just for himself. I wasn't ready to be in a monogamous relationship. I was committed to the slut lifestyle and Mr. Bradford fulfilled my need to have someone. “Yes Patty,” Sara said.“I’ll do it. Write the *********** I mean. I’ll write it for you. Mike and I do a bit of amateur dramatics and I’ve written several plays that have gone down well. I’ll write your film for you. I have a few plays that have a similar scenario except without the sex. I can adapt one of them.” This caused a lot of eyebrows to rise from most of the group as this total stranger who had sat looking pissed off from the moment we met her was now volunteering to write a porn film.