You lean you're face to my ear "please, I'm sorry" you whisper again. I'm so mad!! The fury bubbles inside of me. I want you to hurt, I want you to fe...el sick and I want you to cry just like me! I feel another swoosh of adrenaline swirl through me and I push you away. "Don't touch me!!" The harsh voice doesn't even sound like mine, its so choked up with fury, I don't like it. You put you're hands on my face, you know how protected that makes me feel, I falter for just a split second but it. About 6'2". About 150 to 160 pounds. White skin. Black sweater, slacks and shoes and socks. He was also carrying something that looked like a bible."A chill ran up Paul's spine. "A bible?" Sure looked like it. He just took the freeway west again. He's not going over the speed limit. Are we going to lose cell contact?" No. You are on a satellite phone. I could talk to you anywhere in the world. Are you two up to this?" What do you mean by up to this?" Well, you have been through quite a bit. “Not so fast,” he said. “You’re not getting out of here without some embarrassing photographic evidence.”I posed while Dad took half a dozen photos, watched by Terri who had also materialised from somewhere. “Who’s kidnapped my dorky brother and substituted this fine specimen in his place?” she joked.I was saved from having to think of a suitable rejoinder by the doorbell sounding. I’d been hoping to intercept the chauffeur so he wouldn’t have to come to the door to inform us of his arrival,. ..Shows get stale. You need fresh writing and some serious communications between the actors, the producers, and the writers to keep things going. The natural life of a show was quite likely about five to six years. It takes a while to get your feet under you, and pretty soon you they run out of ideas. We were lucky with the detective show I was on, we'd hit on a concept that gave us nearly endless ideas for plot twists.I jotted down some ideas and questions for this pitch. A lot would depend.