As I'd said before, leaving Hilary the way I did that morning in London, after the night that was so special to her, broke my heart. We'd spent a passionate night together and she'd fallen asleep in my arms. Then my phone jolted me back to reality, reminding me I had a train to catch. Our work with Tigress was calling. I had no choice but to hastily scribble out an apologetic note as I dashed out the door.
Once I made it down to the hotel lobby, I saw Chris there casually reading a newspaper.
"OK, let's go." I said breathlessly
"Whoa, hang on pal! We've got time." Chris said trying to calm me down.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, we've got new travel arrangements." He calmly explained
"Oh?"
"Uh, yeah, We'll be riding up there on their tour bus." Chris said.
"I dashed...down here.. for nothing?" I said, exasperated and still out of breath.
"Well no, we've got time for breakfast. Come on, I'm buying."
Chris had arranged for us to ride up to Scotland on Tigress' bus. The idea was we'd get more shots for their website. Looking back, I suppose it was a good idea. We had a filling breakfast and then hit the road. In all my experiences with Tigress, I'd never really gotten to know the girls that well. Chris pretty much had that nailed down. I had said that they were all giggles and jiggles. The girls were very flirtatious as you can imagine and I kept my cool all the way there.
Once we settled in for the long ride, I started checking all my gear. In my camera bag, I discovered one of my cameras was still on, and the battery was practically dead.
"Oh, wonderful!" I muttered to myself.
I removed the memory card and slid it into my laptop to transfer images, like I'd done millions of times before. Even if the card was empty, it was still part of my job to check that we had every shot where it should be. For some reason, there were 3 shots of my shoes at the beginning.
Then things got very interesting.
A photo of Hilary Duff in a black camisole combo popped up.
Then another with her lying seductively on a bed, a look of desire in her eyes.
I suddenly realized where this camera had been!
I was gripped with a sense of ultimate paranoia that I tried to hide as Chris was goofing around with the girls and their crew.
"Hey, 'Hollywood'! Remember the girl you smuggled out in your car?"
"What? Oh, yeah, of course I remember. Somebody named Hilton, I think."
I was trying to figure out a way to keep the discovery of my Hilary photos secret. There were an infinite number of reasons why. The press in England would be all over me if word of these got out. The American press would brand me as some sort of degenerate. Not to mention whatever trust she had in me would be gone in an instant. As well as her career.
"Yeah! Tell 'em how you did it, man!" Chris said trying to yank me into the conversation.
"Uh, wait a sec." I said.
All the while I was furiously making a folder within another folder to store the secret photos.
"Come on, man! Get away from that laptop for a second!"
I had finished just as Chris grabbed the laptop away from me and shut it off.
"Now, tell everybody about the smuggling you did for me." Chris insisted.
