‘Over here Liz! Look this way, come on!’ A black SUV flashed it’s high beams and honked it’s horn as it accelerated up the street to meet them...from it’s parking spot. ‘Our carriage awaits,’ she said. ‘Elizabeth who’s your friend! Hey what’s your name dude?’ asked one photographer wearing a Cincinnati Reds baseball cap. ‘Perry,’ he answered. ‘Larry? Did you say Larry man?’ Cincinnati asked. ‘Uh, no Perry,’ Perry said emphasizing the letter P. ‘Yeah, yeah gotcha like Perry Mason,’ the. He was playing with my ass and was fingering me while I was blowing him. This went on very briefly for about 10 minutes.He told me to turn around and lay down in the bed. I obeyed as he owned me and he put a pillow under my back to raise my back. He applied some of that almond oil on his dick and came on top of me, put my legs on his chest and got settled in.He had sent me his blood report that he was clean of STDs when we were chatting. I was drunk and hadn’t eaten much the whole day. I wasn’t. I took Krystie's advice and calledher old agent, who happily snapped me up and has sent me on theoccasional job- usually just portrait shots for magazines, no fashion ormake-up shoots just yet, despite Steve (my agent) nicknaming me 'Jamie-Lee Jr'! The place where my public profile has increased the most-thanks in no small part to Steve's advice and assistance- is online. Istarted a blog and a YouTube channel, which quickly gained 400subscribers in the two months it's been live. On it, I talk. “And I see you, Gordy. This your woman?”“No. A visitor from far away. She has never met an Australian.”“You’re an Australian, Gordy. Holliman’s Australian, too.”“May we visit?”“You know it’s your land. You went to school with my brother.”“I know we use the land. The land belongs to none.”“Too true.”“Laura, this is Steve. Steve, this is Laura. She is from Italy.”“Italy is in Europe. I learned that in school. Julius Caesar and Columbus and Galileo were from Italy. I greet you, Laura.”“Hello,.