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Chapter 8 – Voyeurism (EPOV)
Jasper and I scurry back to the room to change into some dry clothes. I can hardly contain my giddiness. There is an inventory of things that I want to do sexually. Participating in a voyeuristic type activity is certainly up there on the list, but the combo of being able to do it with Jasper, and watching two divine beings such as James and Marcus having sex exceeded anything I could have dreamt up. I had figured I'd be in a back room of a seedy bar, alone, watching two barely decent looking guys go at it.
Jasper holds his emotions in better than I do. I can't see any excitement, as he remains remote, but I can see as we change into t-shirts and sweat pants that his semi-erect cock is telling a different story.
"You don't think they are just playing with us, do you?" I ask nervously, disappointment already lacing my tone as the thought just occurs to me.
Jasper stops midway to the door, and turns back to me. "No, darlin', I assure you. They are waiting for us." He strides up to me, and lifts my chin with his forefinger. He grasps my sides and squeezes lightly. "Don't you want to do this?" He looks serious for a moment, but then his façade slips, and I can see a smile poking through. "Because if you don't want to I can just call them and…oof." He releases a breath, as I sock him in the gut.
He rubs his belly gingerly. "Alright then. Well, they wanted us to wait fifteen minutes." He looks down at his watch that is lying on the nightstand. "And it has been…oh…thirteen."
I race out the door, and Jasper follows laughing his head off.
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James pulls the door open; he stands clad only in a pair of sleep pants. His chest is bare and beautifully formed, his golden hair had been pulled back earlier, but now hung loosely over his neck and shoulders. His hazel eyes are full of playful mischief, and I am still half expecting him to tell me this is all a joke. Instead he says nothing, just opens the door wider, and removes himself from the opening.
The sounds of Halestorm's, I Get Off, plays through speakers of an iPod deck on the dresser. I know it is no coincidence that this particular song is playing and I smile at the meaning…and the truth of it.
Someone fucking pinch me, 'cause I can't believe this is really going to happen.
Jasper grabs my hand, and we slip through the door. The room is dimly lit, and as we enter further I notice several candles strewn about the room, giving this private showing a very intimate setting.
Marcus is lying casually on the king-sized bed. One arm is bent underneath his head, showing off his muscled bicep and rippled abs. Like James he wears only sleep pants. They had pulled the couch away from the wall, and had placed it a few feet from the bed. .
Marcus watches us meander to the couch with half-lidded eyes and a bulge in his pants, his head following us as we make our way around the bed to the settee that had apparently been positioned for the show, and I wonder after seeing Marcus already aroused if this little party had started before we arrived.
Whatever, I am just fucking ecstatic to be here. I am not questioning shit. I don't care what we missed.
We stand in front of the tiny sofa, deciding not to sit, preferring to stand until we are told to take a seat, or the performance begins. James comes out of the bathroom, and it doesn't escape my attention that no one has said a freaking word yet.
Loath to spoil this amped atmosphere my lips are fucking sealed. Normally, I like to chat but we are here as witnesses, and not participants, so I wait, like Jasper, for their instruction.
Instead of James heading right for the bed he ambles over to us. He walks directly up to Jasper, standing within inches from his face. They stare at each other in silence. James eventually raises his hand to cup Jasper's cheek. He caresses the bone there for a second before he slides it behind his neck pulling him forward into a passionate kiss.
It takes Jasper a split second to respond, but when he does their mouths mold in a hot exchange. I stand entranced, as I watch Jasper's tongue rub against James' alluringly. The kiss is sexually charged and massively erotic, but I'm not jealous because deep down I know that these two are friends and will never be anything more.
James confirms this when he breaks away from the kiss and places one final chaste kiss on his lips before turning to me. His swollen lips turn up at the corners into a ghost of a smile. He bites on his bottom lip, as he takes a step toward me. When he positions himself in front of me, his fingertips brush a trail up my arm, causing a path of goose bumps to follow.
His lips slowly descend on mine, his eyes never leaving mine throughout the journey. His breath fans over my mouth, while he hesitates briefly before claiming my lips in a hot, wet kiss. The faint taste of berries and mint lingers on his tongue, as it swirls along the interior of my mouth. Like Jasper I keep my hands at my sides.
His fingertips, however, are still on my body, roaming, slowly and teasingly, over my collarbone. His knuckles brush along my chest before slowly, and lackadaisically moving downward, over my ribcage. My stomach quivers as he circles my belly button with the pad of his thumb, but as soon as he begins to travel lower I hear a growl from behind us.
"Get over here. Now, Jamie." Marcus demands roughly.
James pulls away, and smiles into my eyes, apparently getting what he had wanted. It appeared that he had been waiting to see how long it would take to get a reaction from Marcus.
"Watch and Learn." He says quietly to Jasper and I, before he turns slowly, facing Marcus.
I quickly look over at Jasper. His face is flushed with desire, eyes wide and his mouth gaping to accommodate his short and shaky breaths. "Jamie?" I mouth to him. I had never heard anyone call James by that name. He just shrugs his shoulders, and backs up a couple of steps, catching my arm in the process, so I can take the last step back with him before we both hit the back of the sofa with our legs, and plop down simultaneously.
Jasper puts his arm along the back cushion. I lean into him, as we both stare fixedly at the scene unfolding not far out of arms reach.
I snuggle into Jasper's side, as I watch James climb onto the bed, and walk on his knees to Marcus who stands the same way in the middle of the large mattress.
Fuck, these two make an exceptional couple. In the faint lighting of the candles the ambience is breathtaking. This doesn't feel like porn, and it doesn't feel like a rehearsal. The way James and Marcus look at each other…it's just…I don't know…
The desire is plainly evident, and the wantonness is palpable, you can smell the lust in the room, taste the need, feel the electricity, but the way they looked at each other…it's…different.
I feel like I am intruding on a couple in a romance of epic proportions. Their hands don't automatically go for their privates, they don't grope or molest; instead they caress cheeks, necks, shoulders and arms. I get the faint impression that we have been momentarily forgotten, as their fingertips ghost reverently over the naked flesh of their chests, and lips whisper secrets only the two of them are privy to.
God, I feel so fucking dirty…
And I love it.
Jasper doesn't seem to mind either, because he struggles to gain a more comfortable position. He moves one of his legs behind me, so that his long legs stretch across the sofa making it easy for me to lay my back against his chest. Instantly, his hands land on my shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles while our eyes never leave the couple in front of us.
Tongues peek out, making an appearance, as they eat greedily at each other's mouths. Their lips are spread wide as they take each other in, devouring each other like starving men, seemingly never being able to get enough. It makes me want to experience the same, and abruptly, I need a kiss like I need breath. Choking on desire, I turn my head just enough, and without having to say anything Jasper knows what I require. His hand comes up to my neck, and applies enough pressure to help me meet him the rest of the way. His tongue is moist and hot, this kiss ends as fast as it began and we are left panting when it is over. Our eyes only meet each other briefly, before returning to James and Marcus.
Marcus' palm is stretched wide along James' chest. It skims down his hardened abdominal muscles to his tented sleep pants. Finally, he chooses not to dilly-dally, getting straight down to business, he grabs James' cock and he releases a muffled moan, as he has his head buried in Marcus' neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
"Fuck baby." James whispers, as his hips gyrate in an erotic and completely mesmerizing rhythm. Jasper begins moving in the same pattern against my back, and I release a moan of my own as my neglected boner twitches painfully. I am aware that if I touch it now, I'd get caught before the thrill of the chase even began, so I keep my hands fisted on each side of my body, too afraid to make contact with any portion of my heated and sensitized skin.
Jasper has different ideas though; plans that apparently include torment and suffering in the most pleasurable and delicious of ways. His hands find their way under my arms and to the hem of my t-shirt. The cotton rides up as Jasper's hands glide up the length of my torso. I persist in watching James and Marcus, as Jasper tweak and manipulates my hardened nipples.
Marcus continues to rub and work over James' dick through the thin material of his pants, molding and shaping it to the fabric, displaying the thick engorgement. James hands are tugging at Marcus' hair, forcing his head back, exposing a beautifully elongated, olive neck. He tilts his head, so we can see him lick and suck at Marcus' Adams apple.
Marcus has to stop his ministrations, as James bends to tongue his way down his chest. Marcus gasps and shudders as James sucks along each of his jutted ribs, before continuing his descent down to his belly button. He backs up a few steps so he can bend lower. With his ass sticking invitingly up in the air he lavishes attention on the small cavern, nipping and kissing the recess. He looks up at Marcus as his fingertip run over the slippery hole, poking it gently, fucking it essentially with his finger. Imitating the act that Marcus could look forward to.
"Please Jamie." He moans. Marcus moves his hand to his own ass, kneading and rubbing, as James exposes Marcus' thick, long dick to the room. From my seat I can see the soaked tip of Marcus' head, and the realization causes a little liquid escape my own cock. The small pleasure inspires a groan to bubble up from my chest, which in turn compels Jasper's tempo to pick up slightly. I can feel his uneven breathing in my hair, as the weight of his erection presses and undulates against my spine.
"Oh god, Jas." I whimper. He moves the hair at my nape and places erratic kisses along the skin. When I push my backside into him, as appreciation of his efforts, he bites the back of my neck hard. We hear a moan from the other side of the room, forcing us to acknowledge that we are not alone. We both turn our focus back to the entertainment.
James is sucking off Marcus liberally. He is humming and slurping a melody that is effectively driving us all crazy. Marcus has his head thrown back, the tendons in his neck protrude and his eyes clench shut, attempting to warrant off his imminent fate, but as if recognizing the limits of Marcus' restraint, James withdraws his mouth from his throbbing member with a pop.
Marcus hisses at the loss, but looks down at James with uninhibited yearning. James looks up at Marcus through his lashes and they both remain like that for several moments. Marcus touches James cheek and the contact breaks the spell that they are in. They both pull away quickly remembering that they have company.
Jasper's thrusts had taken on a new level, as we watched James perfectly performed blowjob on Marcus' silky cock. His hands had dipped below the waistband of my sweat pants and were grasping tightly onto my hips, holding me still while he dry humped my back. So when James released Marcus' cock from his mouth and his straining, glistening shaft bobs in desperate need Jasper lets out a soft cry.
"I know baby, I know. Soon." I soothe. I don't think I am going to be able to avoid touching myself for too much longer. If I continue putting off giving myself some proper attention, I am liable to cum with no contact at all, and that shit just sucks tits.
James has the lube, flipping open the lid; he pours a generous amount in his hand, and then hands it off to Marcus who does the same. When he is done with the bottle he, knowingly or not, tosses it to us. I am not really sure if it was his intention to do so, since his eyes had never left James in the process, but I am grateful all the same. Helping myself, I open the lid, but as I stick my palm out, Jasper swipes it away and replaces it with his hand to catch the goo. Oh fuck yeah.
I pour him a hefty helping of the gel, seal the bottle, and drop it onto the floor next to us. James and Marcus are lubing their own cocks while their free hands roam each other's pecs, biceps and six packs. Over and over they share an amazingly rare characteristic in porn of simply making eye contact. James stops jacking his own cock and nudges his rod against Marcus's hand which is gliding over his own cock. He catches James drift, and places his hand on James slippery shaft, pumping it in the same fashion that he had been pumping his own. Fluid hangs from each of their swollen slits as they stroke each other in a disjointed but completely sexy rhythm. Their mouths meld with a blazingly intensity, as basic needs reach new heights.
That is when it strikes me. I realize they had lubed there naked dicks.
This would be barebacking at one of its finest moments.
I groan at the thought. I evade bareback porn for two reasons; the most important reason being that it is unsanitary and dangerous, but secondly I don't watch it because I just don't want to be tempted. I wouldn't do it…
But I really want to.
And I really want to with Jasper, but I know the time isn't right. I always said I would wait to have unprotected sex when I found Mr. Forever. I want that to be Jasper, but we had many things, well many people standing in the way of that. I may be stupid, but I still hold out a tremendous amount of hope that we can overcome this, and eventually be together, so I can experience the very same thing that I am about to witness.
"Fuck!" My hips jumped up, and I about lose my load. Unexpectedly, Jasper's slick hand had snuck below my waistband and clutched my sensitive dick. I mean, I knew he was going to do it; I just wasn't prepared for it, as I was caught up in the realization that this was a condom-free show.
"Take it easy." I whisper. My stomach breaks out in a sweat, and I try not to thrust into Jasper's fist. I struggle to maintain composure as I comprehend the magnitude of the chore of attempting to hold out as long as I can. A seemingly impossible endeavor.
Jasper immediately loosens his grip, barely touching me, as his hand whispers over the sensitive head. His movements along my lower back also subside to a now, lazy circular pattern.
James breaks the kiss they are sharing, and moves to get into position, but Marcus detains him by grabbing onto his forearm. He shakes his head minutely. "How do you want me?" James questions quietly.
"I want you on top of me, driving into me, while I stare at your gorgeous body. Jamie, I need you inside of me." His eyes plead with James. If they were actually practicing James would be bottoming, but this charade had been over about the time that Jasper and I crossed the threshold into this feigned debauched lair of exotica.
These two are a couple…making love. No porn star ever acted this well.
This is no portrayal of pornograhy in all its glory. This is the real deal.
And I am jealous…badly so. I want that too.
Not relieving their eye contact, Marcus leans back, and brings his legs forward so he is lying on the bed, spread out for James. James moves between his legs, and sits back on his feet. The palm of his hand lies flat, just below Marcus' navel, and it travels slowly to his collarbone, then back down. He does this several times and the movement is hypnotizing. Marcus' back arches under the tender loving touch.
I am entranced, as James' hot eyes follow his hands travels. His long, narrow, toned back, stretches so that he can reach the soft spot at the top of Marcus' breastbone. His muscles flexing as he hovers over Marcus' abdomen.
I hadn't realized that I had been holding my breath, as I had watched the two magnificent specimens loving each other, but I let out a gush of air when I start to feel light headed.
Finally, ready to begin the main act James discards both of their pajama pants and pulls Marcus toward him, placing his legs over his own. Poised at the ready, James reaches down and caresses Marcus' hole, while he strokes his cock.
"Goddammit Jamie, I'm ready."
James smiles, and positions himself for entry. He holds the base of his shaft and presses into Marcus' tight opening. Once Marcus fully accommodates his length, James leans forward and touches his lips to Marcus', a few words are exchanged beyond our hearing, and then he pulls back and starts with long, fluid thrusts. James' ass flexes, and quivers as he pumps sinuously slow and thick into Marcus.
The Ghost of Tom Joad by Rage Against The Machine starts playing and James movements mirror the beat of the song. The words do not suit the mood, but that beat sure did. It is sexual and sensual. James body moves seductively; slowly he enters, twisting his hips, pausing when he is in to the hilt, and then slowly backing out, only to replicate the action again and again. As he repeats the motion, he and Marcus murmur to each other…soft words, meant only for each other's ears.
Jasper is jerking me in earnest now, while his dick is mashing into my back. His free hand moves up to my forehead to push back the sweat soaked hair, and he leans into my ear. "Do you wanna cum baby?" He whispers breathlessly.
"Yes, Jas. Oh God, yes." I am willing to beg.
"Soon…Oh God." Jasper says as he sees James pace pick up as he slams into Marcus' ass.
"Fuck me Jamie…I know you can do better than that." The sound of skin slapping, grunts and moans of satisfaction…the sight of Marcus and James lithe forms glinting in the soft light from the perspiration over their slick skin…and Jasper's hand moving erratically under the cover of my sweat pants takes me precariously close to the edge.
"Oh Jesus, fucking…cumming, love." Marcus moans, as his face crunches up, and he unloads onto his stomach. James pulls out in just enough time for us to observe threads of white cum shoot out his cock, hitting Marcus in the chest and mixing with Marcus' own semen on his abdomen. James' roars and Marcus' back is arched off the bed, as they ride out their waves of ecstasy.
I pull my sweat pants over my cock just before it erupts, and my own orgasm takes hold.
"Darlin', ohhh…" Jasper groans behind me, releasing in his pants. Once my climax weakens, I quickly turn in Jasper's arms, and plant a big wet one on him. He pushes the hair back from my face, and he stares intently, his blue eyes dark with unrelenting passion. I lay my head on his chest, as we fight to catch breath, and settle our rampaging emotions.
Scents of sex permeate the air, encouraging a contented and peaceful silence. Marcus and James are still sharing spit. Kissing each other gently, James' hand is spread wide over Marcus' chest, rubbing the combination of their juices into his skin.
"Ugh, uncomfortable…" Jasper finally breaks the haze. "I need to get out of this underwear."
"Did you boys enjoy the show?" James asks with a knowing chuckle.
Jasper turns a sarcastic glare over in their direction. "So, just how long have you guys been together?"
James exchanges a look with Marcus and then he sighs. "We have been seeing each other for a couple of months. Right after filming Love at First Sight I ran into Marcus. He only lived a couple of towns over, so we went out for drinks, and one thing led to another. We have been together ever since." He looks back down at Marcus and they grin at each other, then he looks back at us. "This is our last film. We are both quitting porn after this."
"We're keeping it quiet, so we would appreciate it if you wouldn't mention this." Marcus says warily.
It isn't his idea. I can tell that much by his expression.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because they don't want to get the same flack that I have been getting…right?" Jasper says, slightly annoyed.
"Jaaasss." James says warningly. "You can't compare us to you guys. We are in a totally different situation."
"Whatever. It's your choice." Jasper says and stands, holding his hand out for me. I grab it, and he pulls me up.
"It's evident that you guys share something special. It's too bad that you have to hide that kind of love from people." James starts to say something but Jasper leans into him, and silences him with his finger. He holds it to James' lips for a moment before he leans in and pecks him on the lips. "Thanks for inviting us. It was fun." Jasper gives them both a heart-dropping wink and smile.
James barks out a laugh. "I'd say "anytime", but this was a once in a lifetime event." He follows us to the door while Marcus starts the shower.
We thank James again and start to walk away, but James grabs Jasper's arm to stop him. Jasper looks surprised, and it seems like James wants to say something privately, so I let go of Jasper's hand. "I'll go grab the elevator."
I walk away taking the chance that maybe James will give him some encouragement, and not the opposite. I nervously wait a minute or so for Jasper to arrive at the elevator. As he rounds the corner he looks deep in thought, but as soon as I register in his vision, he smiles huge.
We both get in the lift, and I press the button that will take us two stories higher. I was hoping that Jasper would give up what James and he talked about, but apparently that isn't going to happen, as he remains in thought. Instead of asking for info, I decide to let it go, hoping that he will trust me, and divulge it at a later date.
I try to lighten the mood. "That was hot, huh?"
Jasper laughs and pulls me into a hug. "That was awesome. I don't remember the last time I jizzed in my pants, let alone via dry humping someone's back."
After we arrived back to the room we immediately head for the shower, and then fall into bed exhausted, within seconds I am sound asleep in my lover's arms, and nothing has ever felt more right.
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We arrive in the foyer at ten in the morning for pictures, as instructed, to find everything in utter chaos.
"Oh. My. God. You totally do NOT expect me to wear this…Hawaiian shirt, do you???" Seth screeches, as he freaks on the wardrobe lady, who looks like she is about to burst into tears.
"You are…are all su-supposed to wear them." She stutters nervously, looking around anxiously for help.
Emmett sits across the room in a chair impatiently tapping his foot. "Make-up? Make-up?" He yells, trying to locate the cosmetician on site. "I have a zit. I need cover up." He turns to the mirror in agitation, checking out the red bump located at the tip of his nose. He tries to rub it out with his fingertip, and when he sees that isn't helping it disappear, he growls in frustration. "MAAAKKKEE-UPPP!!"
"This is bullshit." Embry says emphatically into his cell phone, as he paces the room, obviously pissed off about something. What is wrong with him?
My attention is diverted to another rioting gay man. "What the fuck did you do to my hair you worthless piece of shit? It looks greasy." Aro whines pulling at the tips of his locks. "Now I need to wash it again…you incompetent…serf." He barrels off, stomping with emphasized irritation.
Serf? Seriously? What century was he born in?
"Hey…" I say, absently poking at Jasper's arm, while still looking at Aro. "Where the hell is Aro from? He just totes called that guy a serf."
I glance back at him, and am arrested when he looks at me in surprise. "He did??" He snorts, and then he grins from ear to ear. "Well you just said "totes"…so, in my book, you're even."
I push him, just as Tanya walks by. "Oh God, well, what the hell is wrong with you two?" She looks frazzled.
Jasper pulls me into his arms. "Nothin' Tawny we are just playing around." He looks around, smirking. "All-stars, huh? Do you regret it yet?"
This time it is Tanya that shoves Jasper, but since I am connected to him, we both stumble back a couple steps.
"Taannnyyaa." Emmett bemoans. "Where is the lady that does the make-up?"
"I'll go look for her Emmett. Just go have a seat." Tanya rushes off leaving us with Emmett. He is watching Tanya's retreating form so when he finally turns he is surprised to see us there.
"Hey Jas." He says, making it obvious that he is going to pretend that I am not here. I have a few things to say to him, but I am smart enough to realize that this isn't the time for it. I am hoping when that time comes that Jasper won't be around.
"Hey." He looks at doofus with his eyebrows raised. "Don't be an ass, Emmett. Edward didn't do anything wrong."
His eyes flicker to me before returning to Jasper. "I just don't like him. He's stupid enough to think this thing with you and him is going to last." He finally turns to glare at me. "You're just naïve Eddie, but you'll figure that out soon enough." He predicts.
"Whatever, Rudolph."
Emmett grabs his nose, and runs off yelling for the resident aesthetician again.
"Oh you have got to be kidding. Another fucking "couple". Gag." Seth says. We turn around to see what he is talking about. James and Marcus are strolling in with their hands in each other's back pockets. James winks at me, and kisses Marcus lightly before heading for the hairdresser.
"This fucking sucks. I cannot believe I agreed to this." I hear again from Embry, as he continues his phone conversation.
Jasper looks at me and sighs wearily. "Welcome to the world of drama queens." He says as he steers us toward wardrobe.
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They had taken various shots of all of us together in front of the resort. They snapped several shots of me and Jas in front of "our location". They took numerous pictures of all of the bottoms together by the pool and ocean, and then the same with all the tops. After several wardrobe changes and touch ups to our hair and faces it ended up taking up about half of the day. We were so tired of all of the whining, complaining and the expected frenzied outbreak from James and Marcus' "coming out" that we immediately decided that a nap was in order, but not before we worshipped each other's bodies fully first.
After we reach our mutual satisfaction Jasper burrows himself into my chest for a much desired snooze.
"I want to take you out on a date Friday, so don't plan anything okay?" I say.
He lifts up his head and gazes at me with a look of pure happiness. "Sure. Any chance of you telling me what we're doing?"
"Nope."
He chuckles, and within seconds I hear the sounds of his light snoring.
I had seen some pamphlets at the front desk for a Sunset Cruise. I want to do something for Jasper, and I also thought that it would most likely be a golden opportunity to finalize future plans, if none had already been made.
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Later that afternoon, Jasper and I lay down in the middle of the sandy beach, watching the sun go down.
The sunset is beautiful. The sky is filled with a swirl of purples, pinks and blues. The waves in the ocean, crash lightly, giving me a strong sense of serenity. With Jasper lying by my side, holding my hand, I feel at peace with life. Everything is going so well, that I avoid the conversation that I want to have with him so badly.
What happens after this?
I involuntarily sigh, and in my peripheral I can see Jasper's head rock my way. He hesitates there for a moment before returning his eyes to the sky above us.
Finally he speaks. "How often do you top Edward?" His voice is low, throaty and sexy as hell.
A small smile plays on my lips, as I wonder where that question came from. I turn my head gradually to study his profile. He looks deep in thought.
"Rarely." I answer. He smiles softly in response, still looking up at the almost cloudless beauty above.
I continue to watch him. God he is always gorgeous, but in this setting he is truly exquisite. He is one of a kind, and I am so not ready to lose him.
"How often do you bottom Jasper?" I ask back.
His smile widens, and he turns his head so that we are finally gazing into each other's eyes.
"Rarely." He whispers, repeating my own answer.
We stare at each other for a long moment, happy smiles lighting up our faces. He squeezes my hand in his, pumping it a few times, before his eyes travel back upward; mine follow.
"Did you want me to top you Jas?" I ask tentatively.
His smile falters and then fades. "No."
AN: Whew! I was actually listening to my iTouch while writing that lemon and The Ghost of Tom Joad just came on, and I was amazed at how much it fit in with the whole scene taking place.
Voyeuristic activities and drama queens...what did you think?