W. drink the shot," John ordered. "You're gonna need it."I could see the serious look on his face. Knocking back the bourbon I took a big drink of the... beer. "What the hell is going on John?" I met a gal couple of weeks ago and on our first date she mentioned that she works at Stanton's."Not knowing where this was going I said, "Maybe she knows Cheryl."John frowned and continued, "I told Sally that a friend of mine has a wife working there and asked if she knew Cheryl Jackson. She said she did. If this is a good time, we can go now.”Dave looked around at the tight quarters. He chuckled, “I remember my first-line ‘office’ – it wasn’t any better than this, so don’t feel you’ve been singled out for any reason.” Dave noted that hanging on the wall beside her desk was an eight-by-ten picture of Nikky sitting casually talking to Scarlett Johansson on the Circle patio, only no one would know where it was taken. They were both laughing and smiling at the camera.Below that picture was another. Remember who you are Morris." I smiled but he knew I was serious."Point taken," he replied."Good, And yes I like sex. I like sex with hard men. I like sex with soft men. I like sex with hard women and I like sex with sensitive women, I just like sex." I admitted."So, should I throw my hat in the ring?" he asked."Only if you are tired of the hat, I don't screw the men I work with." It was a lie, but I hoped he didn't know about Martin."This a private meeting or can anyone join in?" Alex asked as. "I need to know who the others acting your films are," I said."Why," she asked."Why do you think? If they decide to roll over, I need to know they aren't taking me with them. I need to know there is nothing being done that is blatantly illegal. Being out of a job is one things, being in a prison cell is something else entirely."And what did you learn," she asked."So far I know that your actresses were shoppers of your dress shop. My guess is you set them up with a date, like you set me up. You.