Oh, and David.”“Yes, Mr Selwyn?”“It’s Mark, please.“OK, Mark.”“Though it is nice to meet a polite actor. I hope we’ll enjoy working ...together, and we can become friends.”“I hope so too.”He nodded.I stepped into my trailer and found the next day’s call sheet on the table, picked it up and read it. As Mark had said, tomorrow called only for me and the two actors playing my parents to be on set. But the call was for a seven am start. I’d just picked up my script when the phone rang, and the studio. Then I thought of something brilliant why not blackmail her with the video. My first step was to put a letter in our mailbox with a cd of her video and a small bottle of semen in it.Letter:Hello Mrs******Thanks for the show yesterday, your moans were great! I wish I could hear them again. Here is a video of your show, if you dont want this to spread in the internet and for your son to see this, open your gate and door tomorrow, wear a blindfold then lay down in your sofa , 11 am . Dont tell. Quickly I poured myself another bourbon and a jack daniels for Tenneille, and sat down on the couch opposite her. We started chatting incessantly about stuff, and over the next few hours we got completely blotto.Tenneille got up to take a piss and when she evenutally she came out of the bathroom she sat down right next to me on the couch, the scent of her perfume breaking through my drunken haze. She giggled and put her arm around me, drawing me close to her. Our lips met and we kissed. But Ramad did not sit. "But if you want your questions answered, it will come at the right time."Sara stood frozen, a teacup hovering above the table in front of one of the advisers. The whole room seemed to hold its breath."Ramad, sit down," said Iosoan again."This may be your house, but you can't give orders to a sovereign great lord," said Ramad, still standing. "No! Not even the legendary lord Iosoan himself." Boys, boys!" cried the ambassador, standing as well; she stood a head shorter.