I was flying to San Francisco and then to my university from there. I was waiting in the airport when a beautiful lady along with an old man came walk...ng towards me and my parents. Apparently, they were somebody whom my father knew. After all the introductions I came to know that this lady was also flying to San Francisco on the same flight as I was, to join her husband who lives in San Jose.This lady was in her mid 20’s very fair, slim figure, short height, boobs size enough to enjoy with. For. Maureen sat in one iron chair and motioned Mr. Ingram over to take the other. When he was close, she rose and extended her hand. ‘Are you Mr. Ingram, the talent scout? I’m Maureen. My agent said I should meet you to request a screen test. He gave me your card.’ Maureen handed Mr. Ingram a plain white business card. It said: MR. INGRAM HOLLYWOOD MOVIE PRODUCER & TALENT SCOUT Maureen kept her voice strong but the pleading was evident. ‘Can you get me a screen test? Please…I’ve been searching. Not that I was planning to visit the houses of ill repute or drink myself silly before noon. I had more a nice plate of pasta and some regular old red house wine to wash it down on my mind or at least that was what I did my best to convince my conscience of my sincerity in the matter.I did my best to imagine Naples on a wartime footing with civilians running as fast as they possibly could to get inside a bunker when the shells started falling all around them. It would rather like jumping from. "Leave her." The same familiar voice commanded, and the brutal men obviously complied, because i could hear their heavy footsteps departing the boat, and the sound of the van speeding away into the night. Now it was just Him and me. My mind reeled with possibilities -- a veritable game of memory -- as I tried to correlate the voice to someone i knew. I stood froze, tears silently drizzling down my face, hot from being contained inside of the hood. I felt helpless, frightened, and had no plan of.