Shit. I felt my shoulder being shaken. Mrs T was shaking me, telling me to wake up. Suddenly I was awake. I realised it had all been a dream. Wow, a...nd I thought I was being spanked. But I was still under the covers. Had I really come or was that a dream? I felt under the covers and realised my pyjama bottoms were soaking wet. That wasn’t a dream. I looked up, and there was Mrs T. Dave followed her in to the room and looked sheepish. Phoebe came last, looking serious. “Its time Michael.” . Everyone wanted the little people they called midgets, dwarfs, half-pints, or some of the other colorful bigoted names they had for people of Marty’s size. Marty didn’t really care too much, he preferred the name midgets. Actually, the larger midget contingents were prejudice against the smaller variety. It was as if they were better because they had a few inches on them. Marty was above it all, and didn’t care to discriminate against any of them no matter how tall or small they were. Marty. We were in the final weeks of completing the last set of paperwork so it was all hands on deck.I called her whenever I could and sent her flowers regularly. I was even able once to make enough time to take her out to dinner at a five star restaurant courtesy of my boss because as he explained it to me "I was once young and horny like you too son."Well the sex that night was off the hook and the only blemish was when the condom broke. I was shocked when I realised because I had been using that. They're 15-20 pages..." So, someone pours their heart into something and you decide based on 20pages?" I noticed her fidgeting with her sweater. And her nail waschipped."Not exactly. Actually, it's more like there are hundreds, thousands ofscripts out there and, to be fair, most kind of suck. And you can tellfrom a treatment which ones suck. If you read a treatment and it'sgood, you read the script..." She smiled, rolled her eyes and nodded."If we read every script cover to cover, nothing.