I just looked away andwaited for him to say that we were just waiting for himto get back. Instead he said as he lifted his finger tohis mouth and said... “God damn dude, that pussy is assweet as you said it was!” I should have been pissed but I was a little drunk andPaco’s fingers were great. Turns out he was in the lineof sight to see me prove that I had lost my panties. Itried to be mad at Scott but after a bit we were alllaughing about it. After a few more drinks Scott told. I wasn't a top headliner, but I could play the supporting lead, and I was damn good at it.And I was struggling with every fiber of my being to hold on to it. I was about to turn 29. A death and dying, make-or- break age for actresses. I had made the transition from Ophelia to Lady MacBeth, from Desdemona to Queen Elizabeth. And I didn't know if I could keep it up. This was a trial production for me. I was playing Hedda Gabbler in an Ibsen revival. It was huge. It was all over the trade papers.. She was looking so damn sexy! She lifted her hands to adjust her hairs, which gave me a glimpse of her hairy armpits. Though she was wearing a sleeveless blouse, didn’t shave her pit hairs.All these stuff were driving me wilder. By the time it was 7pm all the relatives left, I asked mausi’s hubby join me for drinks. He agreed, we finished the whisky of 1 quarter each in one hour talking. He was little high. My mausi came and told her hubby not to drink too much, also said she’s gonna sleep. Everyone will have something like this if not less," I told him. I was hoping that I was right, 'cause I was kind of nervous myself about it.Then it happened. His beeper, his cursed beeper, had to go off. God I hated that thing. "Oh god honey, I'm sorry" he said. "The page says there's an emergency in the gym and they need me." I didn't argue, because it's not my place and because I knew it wouldn't do any good. So he turned the car around and headed for the college.When we got to the gym, he.