As we came around the house, we saw that three had grown to eight. As soon as we were in sight, they started to snap pictures. Then they began to shout questions like did I sleep with Leah. As the gates opened, a couple of them tried to block our path, but I still had some moves and was able to dodge them.
We made it about two blocks when a motorcycle with a photographer on the back zoomed up and planted himself in front of me as I ran. I chuckled when there was a police car at the end of the next block. I heard the driver argue, but the police officer said something about not letting your passenger ride backward and without a helmet or eye protection.
When we made it back, there were now fifteen of them. One had a
“Have you had breakfast yet?” I asked.
“No.”
“Here’s the deal: you can come in, but you leave the camera outside. Rita James doesn’t want to be filmed in her house. I’ll give you an interview after we’ve had breakfast and I’m in something other than running clothes.”
“And I get breakfast?”
“Yep.”
He was all smiles. I asked Rosy to make whatever he wanted, within reason. Then I ran upstairs and took a shower. When I came down, he was eating a waffle with fruit and whipped cream on it. It looked good. I was happy when I saw Rosy had made me one.
“So, do you really have naked pictures of your girlfriend on your phone?” I asked.
I’d heard that he’d offered to show pictures for an interview before, so it was no surprise when he pulled his phone out and showed me. His girlfriend must either be brain-damaged or really love him because she was far too hot to be with him.
All the women came down and were a little leery of him, but when I explained who he was, they relaxed. After we ate, I took him out front and gave him ten minutes.
As we drove out of the gate, two motorcycles were waiting. Fritz drove a block and then stopped, and the cycles rushed up and tried to box us in. But they were thwarted when the police car that had helped us earlier pulled up and had them get off their bikes. Fritz waved, and we drove on to the studio.
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I was between scenes, talking to Caryn, when there was a knock at the door. It was Zak.
“Hey, David. You busy?” he asked.
“Come on in, Zak.”
“Hey, Caryn.”
“Morning, Zak. You need me to take a walk?” she asked.
“No, you can stay. I just wanted to see what David was doing this weekend.”
“Either Friday or Saturday night I’m going out with my football friends.”
“That’ll work. I’m having a party Saturday night. If you want to invite them, that would be great. I should have plenty of women there. In fact, I need some guys to even out the numbers.”
“I could invite Craig Wild, Trip James, and Craig’s manager Kent,” I offered.
“I like Kent. They can come too,” he said, and then turned to Caryn. “You’re invited as well.”
“Wish I could, but I have to go home this weekend,” Caryn said.
“Okay, okay, good. Maybe next time,” Zak said and then left.
“Do you think he was high?” Caryn asked.
“I wouldn’t bet against it. You really going home this weekend?” I asked.
“I need to. My parents want to make up for lost time, and when I move, they won’t see me as much.”
“I guess. I think Zak has a thing for you,” I teased.
“Zak has a thing for anything breathing. I’d be afraid of what I’d catch.”
“So you’re saying I should stop letting the makeup lady give me oral?”
“I’ll make you an appointment.”
That took the fun out of it.
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I don’t know why I assumed that
Cole:
“On the set ofAction:
Cole holds up the two photos we sent them.Sierra:
“He’s cute, but looks young.”Aaron:
“He has a new movie coming out. I hear he’s being considered for some big roles. He may be the next Zac Efron, but he’s going for better roles than Zac ever had. Do you think he can pull it off?”Jamie:
“Let me see the pictures.”Action:
Cole hands the pictures to Jamie.Jamie:
“I’d do him.”Aaron:
“You really think Leah had sex with him on set?”Jamie:
“Yes. I’d do him on set here.” “They want you and Leah to come on