She laughed and stood up, shaking the cramps from her thick calf and looking at me."Massage my big calf, Jimmy boy," she growled, sitting on the couch...and crossing that top leg, flashing the creased shin at me. "NOW!"I meekly slid over to her on my knees and in trembling hands massaged the giant muscular calf, feeling steely flesh in my fingers. Aunt Barbara moaned and woke up, sliding back to lean against the couch, sitting up and rubbing her neck. She looked at me massaging her older sister's. I thought that this was strange, as Kristen only used the Do Not Disturb code when the two of us were playing around.Kristen looked at Patrice and said, "Vanessa, to the kitchen."Patrice nodded silently and disappeared into the next room."Vanessa?" I asked, confused."It's her middle name. I'll explain in a few minutes. Have a seat."Kristen's tone commanded authority, and I instinctively did as I was told and sat down on one of Kristen's easy chairs. Kristen didn't say anything more, but sat. I'm a method actress. I want to spend some time as a concubine, taking a sort of working sabbatical. Then, when my contract expires, I'll return to Hollywood and play an indentured maidservant for the silver screen. But I wanted to do it realistically, since I'm method, as I said. Also, this gives me a way out of renewing my deal with that idiot boss of mine. I don't mind the casting couch, but he goes too far. Not to mention that I'm really a Goth at heart, and this will let me be one for a. First squad fired into the village while the rest of the unit scrambled to its feet. The sound of another incoming round sent everyone diving back for cover. It exploded along the base of the dike being used by second squad, Mark’s squad, the squad of Sergeant Phillip Andrews. Red headed, freckle-faced Andy Andrews, Mark’s friend and squad leader, son of Mr. and Mrs. Carl P. Andrews, brother of Paul and Joyce, Kim Irving Andrew’s husband, and father of their three month old daughter Kacey, was.