Although the couch bed that Kate had so delicately prepared for me was more comfortable than my bed had ever been I couldn't fall asleep. I knew it wasn't the rain outside, it was something else. I closed my eyes for a second and then jumped when I felt someone sit on the bed. I opened my eyes and saw Gordo staring at me beyond the flicker of candlelight.

"The power went out because of the storm. I was just bringing you this candle in case you had to get up in the middle of the night. Did I wake you?" he asked.

"No, don't worry. I couldn't sleep, anyways." There was an awkward silence and Gordo put down the candle. "Thanks, for the.you know." I gestured at the house and the candle.

"No problem, Lizzie. I am always happy to have you around." He smiled.

And then, something happened. I don't know what it was that drove it to but it did. Maybe it was the ambience of the darkened room and the storm outside but Gordo leaned in and kissed me. What started as an innocent "accident" turned into a passionate kiss. Before I knew it he was on top of me and I knew I should have done something to stop it; he was a married man! But I couldn't. I loved him too much and whether he was doing it to get sexual energy out or because he loved me as well I didn't know. He ran his hands up my shirt and unhooked my bra. We were still kissing passionately when he unzipped his pants.

I took a breath. "Gordo, we can't!"

"But we can, Lizzie, we need to do this." He unzipped his pants and we had the most fulfilling sex I had ever dreamed of. There was panting and moaning and sweating and screaming. Luckily, Kate never woke up. Afterwards I collapsed on top of his naked body and eased him back to life with my mouth. We did it again, and it was even better than the first time. He looked me in the eyes and said "Lizzie, wake up."

What?

"Lizzie, wake up!"

I opened my eyes and there he was. I felt like crying. Our night of passion and ecstasy was only my dream.

"What's wrong?" Gordo asked.

"Nothing, I just had a nightmare that I was.sleeping outside again and it stormed. It was pretty scary," I responded faintly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, you better shower and get ready. I need some extras today to fill in for the shooting of my movie. Want to help a poor guy out?" "Sure I do. I'll be ready in a half hour."

We got down to the movie set after an hour drive. It was usually a half hour drive but it was raining outside (hmm coincidence from my dream?). The car ride was silent and strange, with few instances of conversation relating back to junior high school, he also explained the plot of the movie to me and the fact that he was co-directing it with another person named Jack Caruso. When we pulled up he was mobbed by press and paparazzi until we got into the closed set. There were about 30 extras lined up, 15 men and 15 women all in their early to late 20s. Jack explained to Gordo that there was a major shortage of extras for the "party scene." They set everyone and didn't know where to put me. So they sat me on a couch and Jack observed the scene.

"Gordo, go sit next to blondie on the couch."

"Lizzie?" Gordo asked.

"Yeah, I'll direct the scene.this was my vision anyway."

Gordo argued for a minute and reluctantly sat down next to me on a couch.

"All right here's what we have to do. We are talking closely and then when the main character, that would be that brunette over there, Sheila Jones, walks out and exclaims 'does it seem like everyone here is coupled up?' we start"

"We start what?"

"Well we start making out."

"Oh. I see. Well, anything to make the scene work, right?" I asked shakily.

"Ha ha, yeah."

The scene came on, Gordo and I talked about nothing and suddenly we were kissing. A little early, but we were kissing. And it was amazing.