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CHAPTER 83

I was still half-asleep when I realized that someone had snuggled in
next to me. Their back was towards me and I could feel naked skin, so
I opened my eyes. It was dark in the room, but I could make out the
back of girl's head that looked familiar, and I said, "Cindy?"
"Uh-huh."
As gently as I could, I asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Please, Pete, let me stay for a while."
"Is something wrong?"
"Please don't ask. Just let me lie here with you."
We lay quietly for a while. My arm was trapped between us, so I turned
toward her and put my arm on her waist. When I did, she tensed up for
a second, then she settled down and moved closer to me until we were
doing 'spoons'. With her pressed so tightly against me I could feel
that she was wearing only panties and a bra. She felt good, and
against my will I felt myself starting to get hard. I tried to think
of something else, but when Sylvia came to mind it quickly made things
worse, and I had to move away from her so I wouldn't poke her in the
back. When I did, she asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's just, uhh.."
In a tiny voice, she asked, "I'm not that much of a turn-off, am I?"
My heart went out to her, and I figured a little fib wouldn't hurt, so
I said, "No Cindy, just the opposite. You're a very sexy girl, and
you're turning me on."
She answered, "Really?" And she surprised me by reaching behind and
touching me. She felt around until she found the bulge in the front of
my shorts, and after a sharp intake of breath, she put her hand on it.
We lay there with her hand on me, until against my will, my cock
jumped a little. Suddenly she turned over and pulled her self against
me. I'm a lot taller than she is and when she turned over, my bulge
ended between her legs and I could feel her hot breath on my chest. It
was a turn-on, but the way we were laying wasn't comfortable, so I
rolled on my back, and pulled her next to me. She lay her head on my
shoulder, put her leg over me, and we lay that way until I began to
feel guilty. It was great having a girl lying next to me, but it made
me think about what Amy had said. If this girl was Erin, how would I
feel about what she was doing? I doubt if Cindy had much experience
with sex, and I was letting her be in my bed. This wasn't right, and I
was about to say something, when she put her hand on my stomach. She
left it there for a second, and then she slowly moved it down until
she got to my shorts. 
I said, "Cindy, do you know what you're doing?"
In a voice so quiet I could barely hear her, she said, "uh-huh," and
she slipped her hand inside my shorts and took hold of my cock.
Surprised, I cried, "Cindy!"
She was panting slightly when she answered, "Shhh, please don't say
anything, I want to do this."
Even though I was feeling guilty, what she was doing felt good, and I
closed my eyes and listened to her as her breathing became more
ragged. And I have to admit, so did mine. She was lying almost on top
of me, and her pussy was pressed against my leg. I began to feel heat
coming from her. Then, when she started moving against me I could feel
wetness forming. She wasn't doing much with my cock, just squeezing
and rubbing it a little, but at one point her hand moved toward the
head. I guess there was some pre-cum there, and when she felt it she
cried "Ohhhh," and she let go of it, threw the covers back and climbed
on top of me. She pressed her pussy against the bulge in my shorts,
leaned down and grabbed me by the shoulders, and after a few seconds
she began dry-humping me. 
Her orgasm came in less than a minute. She gasped, ground her mound
against me, and after a series of muted "Oh, oh, ohs," she dropped on
top of me and lay there, panting.
I must admit it was a huge turn-on. I knew I shouldn't be doing it,
but a few minutes later, when she shuddered and started moving her
body against me again, I couldn't help it, and I slid my hands under
her panties, put them on the cheeks of her butt, and pulled her
tightly against me. She whispered, "Ohhh, Pete," and she put her arms
around my neck. In a minute, she was clutching me so tightly I could
feel her heart beating. 
She was dripping wet now, and so was the front of my shorts. I
couldn't help myself, and I moved my hands down past her anus until
the fingers of one hand were touching the slick, matted hair between
her legs. Slowly I began touching the folds of her outer lips at the
bottom of her vagina. She gasped and her body stiffened, but she
didn't tell me to stop, so I began rubbing my finger between and
around the folds. She was breathing heavily now, and making little
mewing noises, so after a minute or two, I touched my finger to her
opening.
Suddenly she gasped. She threw herself off me and sat on the edge of
the bed, shaking and hugging herself  When I asked, "Cindy! What
happened?" It took her a minute before she explained, "Oh Pete, I'm so
sorry. I didn't mean for things to go this far."
A little frustrated, I asked, "You crawled into my bed half naked for
the second night in a row. How far did you think this was going to
go?"
Again, there was a pause, then, "I don't know, I just, uhh..."
Then it dawned on me, and I asked, "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"Uh huh."
"And you're like, uhh, intact down there, right?"
She nodded, and I lay there for a while, thinking about what she said.
It was getting cold in the room and I noticed she was shivering, so I
reached for her and said, "Lie here with me. I promise not to do
anything, but I want to talk to you."
She hesitated for a moment, then she lay back alongside me. Her body
was still tense, but I pulled the covers up and put my arm around her
and held her until she began to relax.
I said, "This is better. Now, I want you to trust me, okay?"
"I guess so."
"Not good enough. I need you to trust me a lot, because I'd like to
ask you some very personal questions."
There was a deep sigh, then, "Okay, I trust you."
"Okay, first-off, do you have any doubt that you're an attractive
young girl?"
"Oh Pete, I'm not attractive. I'm so plain I'm practically invisible."
"I see, so the fact that I was so turned-on just now, was because I'm
a guy, and a guy will do anything, eh?"
"Uhh no, I guess you like me a little."
"I see, and what about the fact that Jake seems to like you. He does,
doesn't he?"
"I umm, guess so."
"Okay, let's see now. A little while ago, Erin showed you some things
about how to dress and what to do about make-up. Since then you've
been out with two guys. Does that tell you something?"
"I suppose so."
"Knock off the 'I suppose so' crap. What does it tell you?"
"I guess it says that I'm okay to be with, but that time you took me
to Magic Mountain, it wasn't a date, I just sort-of came along."
"Did you have a good time?"
"Of course I did, but I..."
I interrupted with, "Well, I did too. You're fun to be with. And the
other night at the movies, you captivated Jake."
"I'm not sure I captivated him."
"I see. So the way he followed you around like a puppy, had nothing to
do with anything. Okay, what did you and he do today?"
"We umm, went to church, then we had lunch, and after that, we talked
a lot."
"Did you have a good time?"
"Uh huh."
"Did he have a good time?"
"I think so."
"Did he ask you out again?"
"He said he'd call, but umm, who knows if he will?"
"What do you mean? Of course he will. And so will others if you give
them a chance."
"You really think so?"
"Sure I do! Here's the thing. You've been hiding. When you're in the
office at school you're friendly and helpful, but as soon as you get
back to class you seem cold and aloof. I know why, it's because you're
shy. But you have to come out your shell."
"I-I, don't know how to do that. Besides, I'm not pretty or sexy, like
the other girls in class."
"That's baloney! In the first place, a lot of being pretty is
presentation, and both Erin and Amy will help you there. Plus you have
brains. And on top of that, you're nice."
"I may be the other things, but my body is not sexy. I know what I
look like."
"Cindy, that's Bull! Tell you what."
My bed is against the wall and I was behind her, so I crawled over
her, went to the window and closed the blinds. Then I turned on the
room heater, switched on the light on my desk, and I said to her,
"Stand up."
She had a 'deer in the headlights' look on her face, but she finally
stood up and faced me. She put one arm in front of her breasts,
covered her crotch with her other hand, and she stood there staring at
the ground. 
I took her by the arm and led her in front of the full-length mirror
on the back of my bathroom door, stepped beside her and said, "Don't
stare at the ground. Put your arms at your sides and look at
yourself."
She reluctantly did as I asked, and I said, "Look at you. Nice
shoulders, clear, smooth skin, what more could you ask?"
She looked at herself for a minute, then she got a determined look on
her face and she reached up and unhooked her bra. She held it together
for a minute, then she let it drop to the floor. 
She watched me look at her for a few seconds, then she said, "Look, I
have practically no breasts at all."
 They were small. I doubt she even needed a bra, but the areolas were
quite large, and she had long sexy nipples.
She stared at herself for a minute, then she said, "Touch my breasts."
"Are you sure?"
"Uh-huh."
I stepped behind her to watch our reflection in the mirror, and I
reached around and put my hands on her breasts. As soon as I touched
them she shuddered, then she closed her eyes and leaned her head back
against my chest. It was a very sexy sight, especially when she put
her hands over mine and placed my fingers over her nipples. I started
kneading her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers. She
responded by moaning, slowly turning her head from side to side, and
she began forcing her butt against my growing erection.  
After a minute or so, she whispered, "I knew it would be like this."
Suddenly she stopped moving and said, "Pete, look at the rest of me
before I lose my nerve. I need you to tell me what I look like. Please
be honest, and tell me what you see."
Things were getting pretty intense, so it was with some relief I
stepped back and looked at her from behind.
I looked for a minute, then I said, "Not bad, not bad at all. Like I
told you, you have nice shoulders, and nice, smooth skin. It's hard
for me to keep my hands off you."
She reached behind, took my hands, placed them on her waist and said,
"Don't stop now, I may never have the nerve to ask someone about this
stuff again. What do you feel here?"
She's a little soft there, so I said, "Your waist is softer than it
needs to be, but it'll be okay with a little work, and you have really
cute little dimples just over your butt. In no time, your body could
be very nice."
She looked at herself for a full minute before she said, "What about
the rest of me?"
"Like what?"
"I want you to look at all of me."
I wasn't sure what she was driving at, until she hooked her thumbs in
her panties and slipped them off. She has what the kids in school
call, 'an Apple Ass'. Cute rounded cheeks that protrude slightly and
look good as they curve under and join her legs. But she was so tense
she was holding her legs tightly together, and I could see the muscles
in her thighs straining. 	
I said, "Cindy, don't be embarrassed. You have a great butt."
She didn't respond, but I could see her began to relax, until I said,
"Okay, turn around."
She tensed up again, but she seemed to make up her mind and she
quickly turned around. For a second I thought there was something
wrong. I didn't notice it in the mirror, but she was bright red! Then
I realized she was blushing, and I said, "Please relax."
She sighed deeply, but she stood quietly while I looked at her. She
had a large patch of hair around her crotch. It was still matted
because of what went on earlier, but her skin was clear and smooth.
Skinny as she was, I could see her ribs, but she actually didn't look
bad.
	Finally, she asked, "What do you think?"
 "Well, like I said, you need to gain a few pounds, you need to work
out a little, and you should do something about all that hair down
there, but mostly, you look great."
She looked at me for a while before she stuttered, "T-Thank you for
being honest," and she bent to pick up her panties. They were still
wet, and she looked at them for a second before she grabbed her jeans
and top, and went into the bathroom. 
I slipped on my pants and a T-shirt, and I was sitting on the bed when
she came out. She had a serious look on her face, so I asked, "Are you
okay?"
"I'm okay."
"Do you want to call it a night?"
"I guess so, unless you have more questions?"
"Actually, I do, but its personal stuff."
"If we don't talk about it now, I may never get the nerve again."
"Okay, why did you come to my room last night?"
"I uhh, wanted to umm, talk to you, but you were asleep."
"So, you took off everything but your panties and bra and got in bed
with me?"
"I wanted to see what it was like to be almost naked with a boy."
"Weren't you afraid of what I might do?"
"I knew I could trust you. I knew you would stop if I asked you to."
I sat there thinking about what she said. How could she trust me like
that when she didn't know me that well? Is that what Erin and Kelly
thought about the boys they were with? Is that a girl thing? It
sounded like dangerous behavior, and I wanted to ask her why, but I
didn't want to bum her out, so I changed the subject and asked, "Did
you like what happened later?"
She answered with a quiet, "Uh huh."
"Is that all? I thought you enjoyed it more than that."
"I did. But It's umm, kind of embarrassing to talk about."
"Why is it embarrassing?"
"Because, even though you were helping me, it was sort-of like I was,
umm, masturbating."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"I, uhh, I don't know. I guess not."
"So you did like it?"
"Sure I did. It was unbelievable. I've never done anything remotely
like that before. That's all I've been able to think about since last
night."
"You've never masturbated?"
She answered quietly, "Never with another person."
"Well, it was exciting for me as well. But I'd like to know something.
What did you expect to happen when you came here tonight?"
"I don't know."
"Sure you do. After what we did last night, you came to bed with me
tonight expecting to have sex, didn't you?"
She slumped a little and stared at the floor before she said, "I guess
so."
I took her in my arms and held her for a while as I thought about what
I wanted to say to her. She was ready to give up her virginity to me.
Was it because of feelings she had for me, or was it just 'time'? I
didn't know her well enough to tell if she liked me, or she was simply
in lust. But whatever the case, it was something I didn't deserve. 
I took her head in my hands and when she looked up at me I said, "I
can't tell you how flattered I am. The thought that you would choose
me for something as important as this, is wonderful. But why me?"
"Because I like you. I like you a lot! No guy has ever been this nice
to me. I know that getting in bed with you like I did last night was
stupid, but I saw how you behaved when you were protecting Erin and
her friend and it was a huge turn-on. You were wonderful. I wanted to
be with you no matter what, and I was willing to risk anything. I was
scared to death, but I would have done anything you asked."
"So you were disappointed with what we did?"
"No! What we did was fantastic. You were so gentle and so concerned
about me, it turned out to be wonderful."
"Then I fell asleep."
"That's okay, I was glad you did. What happened was a lot for me to
process. I haven't slept a wink since then. I spent today with Jake,
and he's a great guy. I almost wish I'd met him before I met you
because I didn't give him the attention he deserved. But after what
happened last night, it left me wanting to come back to you. That's
why I'm here now."
"So you came here to have sex."
"Pete, this is all new to me. I don't really know what I came here
for. I came here to be with you. But I knew that, uhh, okay, I guess I
was hoping we would have sex."
"You stopped me when I touched you down there."
"I know. All of a sudden, everything was overwhelming. I haven't been
naked in front of anyone since my mom died, and it sort-of caught up
with me."
"I'm sorry. Are you satisfied with my assessment of you?"
"Yes. You told me things I already knew, but I needed someone to tell
me. I promise I'll do something about them. And, you said I was
pretty. No boy has ever said that to me before."
"Well, you are. And as soon as you realize it, other guys will tell
you that as well."
"Do you think they will if they find out that I'm probably the only
virgin in the whole school."
"Guys brag a lot, and I imagine girls do too. I bet you'd be surprised
at how many other girls are also virgins. But you never answered my
question. Why me?"
"From that day you helped me in the lunchroom, you're all I've thought
about. Guys don't even notice me, much less come to my rescue.
Especially guys like you."
"Well, I'm gonna take that as a compliment, and I guess I understand
that you might be drawn to me, but for a smart girl like you to want
to do what nearly happened tonight, seems like a big step."
She sighed before she answered, "I'm not that smart. I may do okay in
school, but in most other things, I don't have a clue. I'm just a
girl, and I haven't been around much. When one of the best-looking
guys in school went out of his way to pay attention to me, I guess I
things. If I hadn't stopped us, would you have made love to me?"
"No, Cindy, I wouldn't have. I shouldn't have let things go as far as
I did."
"Oh. Well, I understand. A guy like you wouldn't want to be with
someone like.."
I interrupted with, "Cindy, stop! That's not the reason at all. I'd be
proud to be with you. But I won't make love to you just because you're
here. What you're offering to me is a part of you, and once it's gone
you can never have it back. If you decide to offer it to someone, make
sure he's really important to you."
"What if I tell you, you're that important to me?"
"I'd say you have your sights set too low. As you know, I'm not around
much anymore. I'm not in school and I don't know where this acting
thing is going to take me. You should be with someone who can be with
you full time, and who can appreciate how wonderful you are."
She put her head on my chest, and we held each other for a while
before she said, "Will you at least kiss me?"
We kissed, but I made sure not to put too much into it, and when I
backed away she looked at me for a few seconds, then she turned and
left.
I was still turned-on, but I went to sleep and dreamt about Sylvia.

I slept better than I had for a while, and Monday morning I was
wakened by Mom's voice on the intercom. She said, "Remember to be in
the office at ten. Dress nice, but don't be early. We want to talk to
the people from Solotronics before you get there." 
I got to the building promptly at ten and went upstairs to the new
offices. When I opened the door, I was surprised at how modern
everything looked. There was a cascading waterfall on one wall,
several couches, and sitting behind a large desk was an extremely
attractive brunette. She was dressed in a tasteful white blouse and
her hair looked like she just came from a salon. It took me a second
to realize it was Jasmine. 
The minute she saw me, she jumped up and said, "Pete! The inner office
is full of suits. They've been in there for over an hour. Do you know
what it's all about?"
"I think so, shall I go in?"
"No, your mom said for you to wait out here until she sends for you.
Can you tell me what's going on?"
"It has something to do with a modeling job."
"For who?"
"I uhh, guess it's for me."
"For you! I didn't know you did modeling."
"I didn't either. But I guess someone thinks I can."
Her eyes narrowed, and she looked at me for a few seconds, before she
said, "Well, have a seat. I'll let you know when they want you."

I was heading for one of the couches, when I noticed the wall across
from Jasmine. It was covered with pictures, so I went over to take a
look. Lined up in a row, were similar groupings. Each grouping had an
8 X 10 headshot and next to it was either a poster or a poster-sized
photo. 
The first one was Tomaso. The poster showed him on stage surrounded by
screaming fans. The headshot showed him smiling the smile that had
gone a long way to make him as famous as he is now. He's a handsome
guy, and for a second, a minds-eye picture of what he and Lu must have
looked like together, jumped into my head. I bet they made a beautiful
couple.    
The next one shocked me. The headshot was Kristen. I had forgotten how
beautiful her eyes were. The flecks of gold in her pupils made it look
like the picture had been touched up. But I knew better, and suddenly
I missed her. The poster was her dressed in a ball gown. She was on
stage, singing. She looked so gorgeous it nearly made my heart stop.
The poster had her logo, "The Raven-Haired Beauty with the Golden
Voice," splashed across it. She looked like she belonged on that
stage, and I stared at it for a long time. Suddenly I missed her, and
I had to tear my eyes away.
Next to her was a headshot of a pretty girl wearing a cowboy hat. Her
poster had her standing with four guys wearing western shirts and
jeans, and the word "Breane" was in lights behind them. 
Next was a display that included two headshots and a poster of the
Devon sisters. The poster looked like it was recent. It showed them in
the studio, dressed in their 'little-girl' outfits. They looked ten
years old. The headshots were almost identical. If you didn't know who
they were, you would swear they were of the same person. 
The next group was a little disturbing. It was Erin. The headshot and
the poster-size photo were also taken recently. They each said "Erin
Swan" on them. The large picture was of Erin on the set at the studio.
It was the Erin I know. She was dressed as a schoolgirl, and looked
sweet and innocent. The headshot was something else. It took me a
second to realize it was her. She was in full makeup and had big hair.
She looked sexy as hell, and at least twenty years old. 
The next group was a shock. The large picture was of me! I was dressed
in the football outfit I had worn at the photo shoot. I had my helmet
in my hand, I was staring off into the distance, and I looked eight
feet tall. I remembered when they had taken the shot. The camera guy
had been lying on the ground, shooting upwards. Bonnie, the make-up
girl had spent a lot of time on me. I looked dirty and sweaty, like I
had just stepped off the field. It was amazing how real it looked. The
headshot had been taken earlier that day. It had obviously been
touched up. My eyes were so blue it was startling, but I have to admit
that it was very flattering. 
I actually didn't recognize the person in the next set for a second.
It was Alice, and she looked terrific. In the headshot, she wasn't
smiling, and one eyebrow was slightly raised. The look was very
sultry, and for the first time since I met her I could see a family
resemblance to Monique. The large picture was a glamour shot that
probably had been taken when she worked on her TV show. It showed her
in a long dress, with her hands on her hips, glancing at something
off-camera. In the show, she was supposedly having an affair with the
leading man, and she really looked the part of "the other woman."
The final set was Monique. Her poster showed her on a beach somewhere,
wearing a mini-bikini. Wind was blowing through her flowing hair, and
she looked sensational. The headshot was of her beautiful face, and I
had to stare at it for a while. She didn't look real. No face could be
that perfect. Not a line or blemish anywhere, it was like someone had
drawn the perfect woman.
I stood looking at the pictures for while. I noticed there was plenty
of room for others, and I wondered how long it would be before the
wall was filled.
I sat down, and for the next half hour, I read magazines and sneaked
glances at Jasmine. She really looked sensational. She was doing
something on a computer, and every time she caught me looking at her
she smiled. Then a buzzer on her desk went off, and she stood up and
said, "You can go in now."
When I went past her desk she put out her arm to stop me, and she
leaned forward a little. The top buttons on her blouse had come undone
and her tits were almost falling out when she whispered, "If you see a
way they can use me in something, you'll put in a word for me, won't
you?"
I nodded, and she led me into a large inner room. There was a long
table in the center, and seated at it were, Mom, Gail Adams, Myrna
Devon, two Asian men, and gray-haired, white guy. 
Mom said, "Gentlemen, this is Peter Baker."
The guys studied me for a minute, then the gray-haired guy stood up. I
thought he was going to shake hands. Instead, he said, "Would you
please walk to the end of the room and back, a few times?"
I did as he asked while they watched me. Finally he said, "Would you
go stand by the window please?"
I did, and the three of them looked for a minute, then one of the
Asian guys said something to the grey-haired guy, and he said, "Please
take off your shirt." 
I looked at Mom, and she nodded, so I took it off and stood with it in
my hand.
He said, "Turn around slowly, please."
I made a few slow turns, and he said, "Thank you," and he sat back
down.
Mom said, "Please wait in the other room," and she pointed to a door
next to one of the mirrored walls at the far end of the room. 
I went through the door into a darkened room, where I found Amy and
Mister Sutton sitting in chairs, watching what was happening through
what was obviously one-way glass. From a speaker over their heads, I
could clearly hear the grey-haired guy say, "He's bigger than we
expected. We can de-emphasize it with proper camera angles, but he has
the right look. I think he'll be okay."
When he said it, Mom set some papers in front of him. He looked at
them, briefly, then he pushed them over to the other guys, and for the
next few minutes, they read through them. Finally, one of them signed
them and handed them back to Mom. 
When he did, Amy looked at Mr. Sutton, they both grinned, and gave
each other a 'thumbs-up' sign. Then Mr. Sutton got up and went to a
bank of electronic equipment and monitors that were along one wall. He
sat down and began flipping switches while Amy sighed and sat back in
her chair. 
I whispered, "What's going on?"
In normal tones she answered, "You don't have to whisper, this room is
sound-proof. He just signed your contract."
"Isn't this kind-of cloak-and-dagger?"
"Everything was here when we leased the place. This used to be a
training room for a large company that wrote and published training
manuals. They would bring people in and record them while they read
the manuals and answered questions about what was written. They did it
to see how well the people understood the manuals."
"Record them?"
"Yes. There are microphones and cameras in the ceiling."
"Why are you hiding in here?"
"Mom is running this. We decided that I'd stay out of the meeting.
Some Asian men don't like to do business with young women."
 I stood at the glass and watched as Gail Adams explained something
about the papers, then the men stood up. The tall guy shook hands with
the women, but the two Asian men just bowed. The gray-haired guy
seemed to be in charge, but I saw him glance at the two Asian guys
occasionally, and one time, I saw one of them nod slightly. 
Amy did too, and she said, "The tall guy is a front man. The real
bosses are the other guys."
"Did you ever find out why I was chosen?"
"No. When Mom asked, the guy said that someone in the main office had
picked you, but when she asked who, he said he didn't know. It'll be
interesting what Nell Burger has to say on Wednesday."
Mom must have pushed a button for Jasmine to show the men out, because
the door opened and Jasmine stood there waiting as they filed past
her. Her shirt was buttoned.
As soon as Jasmine closed the door behind her, Mom motioned for us, so
Amy and I went in and sat down. Gail Adams was poring over the papers
when Mom said, "Peter, it seems that you've been hired as the public
face of their product line."
I asked, "Is this going to interfere with the TV show?"
Mrs. Devon answered, "No, the first shoot isn't for a couple of weeks,
and the pilot will be finished by then."
"Oh, then I guess there'll be plenty of time."
Mrs. Devon raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't count on it. We just
heard from the people at Perfect Care. They want to get started as
well."
"Wow, it, uhh looks like things are going to get busy. How am I going
to know what to do?"
Mom answered, "Good question. I'll tell you how things will work. Amy
will take care of booking and scheduling for everyone, and she and
Mrs. Devon are going to work together negotiating contracts. Ms. Adams
will come by every day or so to make sure everything is legal, and
I'll be handling the day-to-day things in the office."
"What about Mr. Sutton and Jasmine?"
"We're going to begin interviewing talent, and it all gets recorded
for later review. Mr. Sutton is in charge of all the audio-visual
equipment, he handles our computers, does our web page, and handles
the front desk when Jasmine isn't here."
"Is she gone a lot?"
"Not so far, but as soon as she gets an acting part, she'll be gone.
It's a shame. She's extremely good at the front desk. She types well
and she even takes shorthand. But she wants to be an actress, and as
pretty as she is, we're surprised she doesn't get more studio work."
"So, what do I do now?"  
"Go to the studio. You and Erin are going to continue to work with
Mrs. Devon. She'll help you with the pilot like she does now, and at
the beginning, she'll go with you when you start modeling."
"Is Erin going to work with me on the Solotronics thing?"
"No, but she's going to be with you on the Perfect Care account if she
can."
"What does 'if she can' mean?"
"The studio really likes her. As soon as she finishes the pilot,
they're talking about putting her in an existing show."
"Really? Which one?"
"The Rocket! The ratings have been excellent this season, and they're
going to add a couple of new characters."
Almost every girl in school had been talking about the show lately,
and they all raved about how handsome Jack Heddon is. He's a
good-looking guy, but I remember what I had found out about him the
time he showed up in Las Vegas with Ceil Cohen. I wondered if I should
tell Mom about him being gay, and that the two of them had come there
to check me out. But I didn't want to scare Mom, so I decided I'd talk
to Mrs. Devon about it a soon as I could. I got my opportunity when
Mom stood up and continued, "We have to get to work. So, unless you
have questions about something, why don't you go on to the studio?"
"Okay Mom. I don't have any questions about this, but I'd like to talk
to Mrs. Devon for a minute."
"Alright dear, follow her to her office."
When we got there, I told her what happened in Las Vegas. She nodded
knowingly, and said, "It doesn't surprise me. I've heard rumors about
him. But don't worry about Erin. I'll make sure she's well protected.
Raising two girls in this business, I have a lot of experience in this
kind of thing."
I thought about what she said, and I said, "Your girls are famous. Why
are you involved in a start-up company like this?"
She chuckled, then she got a kind-of wistful look, and she answered,
"There are a couple of reasons. First-off, Amy is amazingly good at
negotiating the money part of deals. When I was putting together the
pilot you're working on, I was going to have to put up a big chunk of
my own money. The girls told Amy about it at school one day, and she
came to me and asked to look at the contracts. She immediately found a
way to have the studio finance the whole thing."
"How does she know about stuff like that?"
"Amy is hands-down the most intelligent girl I have ever known. A lot
of what she knows she learned came from Tomaso. He's been around the
industry for a long time. He recognized, instantly how smart she is,
and he passed what he knows, on to her."
"Why do you think he did it?"
"I don't know. Amy and I talked about it and she told me that he spent
many hours with her, talking about the business, and he insisted that
both his lawyers and his financial people did the same."
"And he didn't, umm, expect anything in return?"
"She said no. She said he was always respectful. It was like he was
talking to the child he never had."
"So she's the reason you decided to join in this venture?"
"Partly, but beyond that, since my husband died, I've been alone. I
have no family but the girls. They're getting older, and one day
they're going to go off on their own. You have a wonderful family,
especially your Mom. She's asked me to be a part of this, and I
couldn't be happier. I have some good years left, and it's nice to
know I have some friends to be around."
"I see. Well, I feel better about Erin. By the way, I've been meaning
to thank you, and tell you how much appreciate your getting me
involved in this acting thing. It's beyond anything I could have
imagined." 
"You're welcome. It looks like you may have a real career going on
here. The meeting with those people from Solotronics just now was
amazing. Amy tells us you may know who set this up?" 
"I umm, have an idea. I'm meeting someone Wednesday who might be able
to tell me what it's all about."
She looked at me for a minute, before she smiled and said, "I get the
feeling that 'someone' might be a girl?"
"I, uuh...yes ma'am."
"My girls tell me you're a very popular guy."
"I guess so."
She looked at me closely before she said, "You're a good boy, aren't
you?"
It was more a statement than a question, and I answered, "Yes, I try
to be."
"I believe you, and I'd like to talk to you about my daughters."
"Uhh, yes ma'am?"
"I don't want you to betray a confidence, but, how well do you know
them?"
"Not well at all. I've been in this school for less than a year, and
they've been gone a lot of the time."
"Yes, they've worked a lot this last year. So you don't know much
about their personal lives?"
"No ma'am, nothing at all. Is there something I should know?"
"Not, it's just that... Well, they are almost eighteen, and they only
recently began talking about boys. The girls have been in the public
eye since they were babies. Their first commercial was shot when they
were two years old. But I've been with them every step of the way, and
they've actually been living pretty sheltered lives."
She stopped for a second, as though she was thinking, and I said,
"That doesn't sound like a bad thing, it just seems like you're a
caring mother. But I'm a little surprised."
"Why?"
"Because they appear so confident. The kids at school are envious.
Partly because they're famous, but mostly because of the way they
handle themselves. They never brag or show off, and they are nice to
everyone. So everyone thinks they are worldly. The only negative thing
I ever heard about them is that they don't have any close friends. We
all figured their friends are the famous people they hang around
with."
"Pete, I'm concerned about the girls. I talked with Amy about this,
and she say's that she'll help when she can, and that you're grown-up
enough to handle some things that they won't talk to her about. My
husband died a long time ago, and there hasn't been a man around
since. I didn't plan on being the girl's entire world, but it seems
that it turned out that way. Up until recently, they came to me for
everything, and I must admit I encouraged it. But they're growing up,
and I'm worried that there may be some things that they might need to
talk to a man about. I trust that you would be that person. I'd like
you to be a big brother to them."
"What makes you think they'll talk to me?"
"If you say you'll do it, Amy and I will start to tell them to ask you
when they have a question about something we can't handle."
"What kind of questions?"
"The kind you don't ask your mother, or another girl."
"Would you want me to tell you what we talked about?"
"No, I'm not asking you to be a spy. I just want them to be able to
talk to someone they can trust. I'm going to tell them that you won't
reveal anything private, to me or anyone else. They already like and
trust you, because of the way you handled those kids that day at
school."
"What if I find it's something very personal?"
"You mean, like if they're having sex?"
"Uhh, yeah, like that."
"Well, I hope they're not. But if they are, there are worse things in
life than finding out your daughters aren't virgins. If they are, and
they talk to you about it, I hope you tell them to be careful. If
they're considering it, I hope you can help them make the right
decision."
"It sounds like a lot of responsibility."
"No it isn't Pete. I just want them to have a man to talk with if they
need to. Girls need that, and Amy says you're right for this."
I said, "Okay Mrs. Devon, I'll do my best," and when I did, she
surprised me by doing something I didn't expect. She gave me a big
hug, and said, "Thank you dear, and please call me Myrna."
I left for the studio, feeling a little odd. Mrs. Devon had placed her
trust in me, but beyond that, she had called me a Man. Was I beginning
to be a man? I didn't feel differently, but it was nice that someone
thought of me that way. I decided I'd try to behave like one, and for
the first time in a couple of days, Sylvia wasn't the only thing on my
mind.

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