As the door closed the guy who was still fucking Patcalled me over.“Do you want to have a fuck of this lovely littlecunt?” he asked.“...She’s my wife!” I said.“Was your wife!” He answered quietly. “Was your wife,she’s now our groupie. Our little ‘fuck-bag’ that wecan shag whenever we want to use her.” Did he know what he was saying? Did he know that hiswords where turning me on even more than I was already.“Do you want. "Interested? What does that mean?" Meet me tomorrow at Murphy's Tavern, 4:30 pm. I'll explain."Kitty explained more at the tavern. "Look, Jeff, I told the producer about you. We think you might be perfect for the part. The studio has a minimum cock length of seven inches so we'll need to check that and a screen test. We can do that with the girl we audition." What about you for the part? I thought you would be the girl." The director says I'm too old for the part. Imagine, twenty-four is too. "He didn't give any clue as to what that meant?" No," Stan said, "He didn't talk about anything except setting up the conference." They didn't even let us ask how things worked out with the girls and that Rita Mars," Laura said, "at least Ana can't have killed her, yet, I'm sure they would have told us immediately if Ana were in federal prison right now."Harry and Susan walked into the galley searching for some of Lisa's banana pancakes and sausages (she had requested, make that commanded, all. In the shower after practice..." I said.Coach Kennedy turned red and I could quickly tell he was upset. He grabbed me and threw me up against the wall. "Don't you EVER talk to me or anyone else about what happened yesterday between us. Do I make myself clear?"Coach was actually scaring me with his behavior. "Yes, sir! I would never tell anyone. I haven't and won't say a word. I promise!" I mumbled--scared now more than ever.Coach told me to hit the shower and leave. I did just that. Well I.