Permission is granted to post this story on any free site,including FM2. Just be sure to include these first twoparagraphs, the title, and author attr...bution, and please let meknow if you do decide to post [email protected] THE PITCH By cvn88 Jason was nervous as he sat waiting in the outer office. Ina few minutes he'd be pitching his idea for a movie-of-the-weekscript to Pat Gallagher, head of the new network. Gallagher wasa. The change wouldn't come easy. Those who feared it would stand up to oppose me. So I had planned for this day.I stood up and disassembled the burner phone. I moved to the wall. The case files would be protected. Even if I was arrested, they couldn't touch privileged communications between me and my clients. I slipped the phone in there. Elisabet would dispose of it later. I drew my real phone, my fingers were already working on the group text to send out when I knocked on the door to Elisabet's. He didn't want any more tension or weirdness between them than there had been prior to her barging in on him beating off. He just wanted everything to go back to normal. He stopped the car in the usual spot he parked on the driveway. The normal thing for him to do, was to go into the family room and watch the big TV. There was a music show on cable he watched every Friday night when he didn't have a date or wasn't at some party, which was usually every freakin' Friday night. His last date was. .those nasty photographs have all gone. It's just you and me now. Have another sip of the champagne, Mom,' and he picked up the glass and eased it against her lips once more. D was already feeling woozy from the drink she'd had already and tried to protest again.'God, Mark, I'm tipsy already...what are you trying to do?''Drink it, Mom,' and he pushed gently against her mouth until D had to take some more champagne down inside her. Mark put down the glass and stood behind his Mom with his hands.