I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. I gasped and reconsidered. If it were my dad, he would freak out and probably send me to military school-but if... it were Max, then-The door burst open. Max was grinning from ear to ear. "I knew you were playing with yourself. What's that, a remote control? Ha. Wow, you know, that's not nearly as big as my dick." He laughed. "And a pillow? Nice."I was blushing so hard I forgot to cover my pussy. Worst, my tits were floppy (great, it gets big now as soon as. Now TV likes to scrimp on the realism, but we had learned that attention to such things paid off in viewers and sponsors. So we pondered things like: do you have mixed sexes bunking together or not; what "uniform" is worn by the campers, preferably something easy to get in and out of, and sort of revealing; and what activities did you have for the campers? Then, with all of that, how do you actually shoot it?Promptly at 7:00 we had our pitch. This wasn't the elevator pitch, the single-sentence. And now, I was wondering if I’d made the right choice.I’d decided quickly, and hadn’t really thought it through. Had I let lust drive me to be a ‘dumb boy’ as my sister used to say? Had I made a decision to please Tasha at the expense of my marriage? I didn’t really think it would come to that, but certainly our agreement was in jeopardy, and most likely, over. Had Tasha been worth THAT? Maybe she had, and if that was what Jessica decided, I’d live with it.“I guess,” I finally said. “Jason and. . you know ... if you'd like to get together some time? Like we used to."I had been checking my watch and we were already approaching thirty seconds. I was now assured that Andrea's phone would be paired, assuming the software worked."Yeah ... okay ... I understand. Is there someone else?" Okay, I understand. You don't want to talk about it. I miss you Andrea. We had a great time together. Too bad it had to end." Yeah ... yeah. You too. Thanks for talking to me, Andrea. Hope I'll see you.