I’m Joyce Heart.”I introduced her to everyone and then Ari explained who I was talking to. Joyce wasn’t just the producer, she was the president...of Lucasfilm. In the early ‘80s she’d co-founded a company with none other than Stephen Spielberg. Their first movie had been E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. Overall, she’d worked on over 50 films, which had garnered 85 Academy Award nominations and over $9 billion worldwide, and included some of the highest-grossing films in motion picture history.She’d. I don't really have a name other than what I am which is the God of Sapphic Loving. Honestly it can be quite boring at times, so I like to have some contests." She says as she gets up and slowly starts to walk as a beautiful dress appeared on her. "Where are we? What contest? And why should we believe you?" Kimberly ginally managed to get out as she still checking this so called god out. "Ah child, the fact you aren't in the dorm room not enough, Kimberly Roofe. Blonde, cheerleader, could have. When we reached the bedroom we stood at the edge of my bed our hands still clasped, and I knew. I reached out to him tracing my fingers down his cheek and across his lips, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, heard his sharp intake of breath as I leaned into him my lips seeking his. I ran my hand through his hair and down to his shoulders, his hand snaking around my waist to the small of my back pulling me into him. I tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his broad masculine chest. Landing a few punches into my stomach. I grab his shirt and drive my knee into his mid drift. He stumbles backwards. I don’t waste a moment this time. I quickly follow up with a right hook to his jaw, bringing him down to a knee. I then connect with my left hand somewhere on his cheek and he falls back into Stacey’s table. Knocking its contents all over the floor. However, he does manage to grab something which he throws in my direction, I hold my hands up to avoid it but can’t avoid his.