I reached up to rub Greg's shoulder."Greg, honey, you have to move." Mmmpf?"I grinned as he grunted at me in sleep. He never moved, so I pushed on his...knee hard. It was like trying to budge solid rock."Greg! Potty!"He groaned in recognition and rolled away from me so that I could get out of bed. I padded quietly to the bathroom and made sure the door was shut tight before I turned on the light. The muscle in my back felt normal again, but my bladder demanded attention. I took care of that and. Mr Rogers was very understanding, explaining that Hollywood always expected leading ladies to do Sex scenes and gave a few examples of major stars, he thought she could be more than a model and be a famous film star. Cassie was taken a back by the prospect of being a star but still felt nervous. Mr Rogers asked if she would be more comfortable if it was him she took pictures with and Cassie said yes.Mr Rogers called up Greg, explaining that he would be the model, but his face can’t be shown as. Those two laughed, but I just shrugged and told them it was worth trying for!I did get a big surprise though when Grandpa opened the trunk and inside was a stereo with turntable and two big speakers and a small television.When I thanked both of them for being so very generous, Grandpa just waved me off, but Grandma accepted a hug and a kiss on the cheek, saying she would pass it on to the old goat later.My scooter had been put in the back of the truck as well, and I had it chained up outside. After a long 30 minutes I was in somewhat of a nervy state, when a small mini-van pulled in with a small chap of about 50 driving. “Hi” he said “are you Eddy?” (I thought who else would be sitting on a closed miniature railway station bench in a k**die`s park on a rainy mid week day in September).I affirmed that I was, and as it was now spotting with rain, at his request I got into his van and was relieved to find he was both kindly disposed to me and keen to know more about his father`s work,.