She squeezed my hand and without a word, gently pulled me towards her. As our heads closed in on each other, her eyes closed and her lips parted. I fe...t my own mouth open slightly as her soft lips brushed mine. Shelly’s tongue pushed into my mouth. She pulled my head into hers, as our mouths played. My body fell gently against hers. I could feel her hard nipple pressing through the thin material of my nightdress. My own nipples hardened. We kissed for ages, every so often Shelly’s hand caressed. "His grandfather?" No," he said. "I think the grandfather is up front, but his name is not Feldman." Sorry," I said. I walked further toward the back.I leaned over to another man."Are you Mr. Feldman?" No," he said.I shrugged like I had failed in my mission."Good. Follow me out in around thirty seconds."He came out the door I had just exited."Come with me," I said."Look —" he said."Just do it. You'll get your information."We walked casually to the car I had parked there. I got in the driver's. She stayed in that position."I hate life," she said, sighed loudly and got a bit more comfortable on the desk."I hate this shit," she mumbled as a misty thought crossed her mind that maybe she should get her head up off her arms.Suddenly she snapped up in sitting position as the door to her office banged shut. She had fallen asleep again and inside the door was the dork, Joshua, her boss, standing with arms crossed and a wide grin on his face."Now, now, Miss Milroy," he said with slow. She's actually Russian and you know what they say about redheads and Russians," Garry chuckled. Aldo chuckled alongside him. Garry then moved closer to Aldo, whispering something to his ear. Aldo commenced his special laughter."Man you are so cruel at times. I love you for that," Aldo turned to look at the two redheads."I think we can begin filming at eight. It should not take so long," Aldo stared at Michelle. "This house is also a studio and has a studio set inside it too," Garry chuckled.