I confess a part of me found this incredibly erotic and thrilling, while another part of me really began to worry about her.For too long, Carla had be...en pretty much goal-less, out of school and out of work (she quit her part-time job after we decided we could make ends meet -- though just barely -- on my earnings from the convenience store job I held, coupled with my tutoring an increasingly steady flow of students). Worse, Carla had even shied way from her beloved acting for several months.. "Her eyes misted slightly as she set down the phone and went back to her housework.In the early afternoon she received a call from Tremper's secretary. She was to come to Tremper's office immediately.As she was driving into town, Jennifer's thoughts were on David.She was truly happy for him, but there was a longing for what they had shared, for what might have been.As she entered Tremper's outer office, his secretary motioned Jennifer to come closer."Here, Mr. Tremper wants you to take a hit. He was a year older than me and my guess is I was around nine or ten. The den was coming along really nicely. Private, secret, with a hidden entrance leading into a short tunnel under the bales that led into the little chamber we had opened out, then covered using lengths of timber and a few bales on top. We had worked hard and were happy to relax inside our masterpiece, enjoying the privacy and isolation. The problem with our wonderful moment of completion was….what next? We talked about it. It was not her face looking back, but that of a model in the last ad she'd looked at carefully. She was considering trying this new makeup, and she had looked closely at the model's face. Just like, Norman, but for vastly different reasons. It must be that metallic dog's toy Norman found. It did have some sort of power. She found a picture of herself and concentrated on it. That had worked for Norman, but it was having no effect on her. She went back to her chair and stared at the picture..