Babies By The Busload

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“No time to wait. Come on.”

They tugged at her clothes and adjusted her makeup and presented her, ready to go, to Jack, who was brewing a very dark storm in his eyes.

“Are we ready?” he snapped. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Okay,” said the camera guy. “Let the wooing begin.”

Jack finally looked at her for the first time, and as she remembered it, he hesitated. He’d recognized her, but there was something else in his eyes, and whether or not it had anything to do with his having had her fired, she was never sure.

“You know.” he began. He looked down into her face and then he turned away as though there were something about her that disturbed him. But the others waved him back and he returned, shrugging.

Meanwhile, J.J. found it impossible to do anything but stand there with her mouth open, flabbergasted. How had this happened? She was about to be seduced on camera by Jack Remington. A few weeks before, this might have been the answer to a dream. But now. didn’t they understand? Didn’t anyone remember? The man had just had her fired last week!

“Take your places. Jack, put your hand on her shoulder and lean over her. good, that’s the way.”

She felt as though she were moving in a misty fantasy. It was completely unreal. His face hovered over hers, his lips almost touching her, but not quite. She held her breath, overwhelmed by his closeness, feeling faint, feeling a swoon coming on—and then she heard him swear under his breath and she realized he was gritting his teeth.

“Enough?” he called out, still holding her in that impossible position.

“No, wait a minute. We need a little more passion, Jack. And move to the left a little. The light wasn’t set up right. Try this.”

The crew went on and on, posing them in every imaginable combination. His anger was growing and it was beginning to show through. But she was moving in a dream, as though she couldn’t do anything else, as though she had no will of her own. She was involved, but somehow she was also a fly on the wall, watching this as if from afar. She was participant and observer, all at the same time, and for the moment, nothing seemed real.