The MakeUp Artist Internship

A Wild Summer (1993)

    "I can drive you," Grandma said.
"It's okay.  I won't get raped.  No one wants girls like me in Hollywood."
"Don't be surprised.   You are going to have a good time tonight."  
"Okay."

    I got there at nine and hardly anyone is there, but Johnny is there in a corner.   He gets up and gets me a beer.   "You've been combing hair and taking care of our skin for days.   My name is Johnny.   What's yours?"
"My name is Amy."
"It is quite nice to meet you, Amy." 
"Same.  I'm shy."
"Same.  I don't want to be here, but Elise invited me."
"Same.   I am from Indiana.  I stay with my Grandma.   She's a chaperone of sorts.   She goes to bed at eight."
"Not a good one.   I grew up in Kentucky and then I moved to Florida.   Went to California with my band."
"I've lived in Indiana all my life, unfortunately."
"Do you like it out here?"
"I do.   I wish I could do more than just be on set or go to church"
"How about we go out tomorrow?  I can show you at round." 
"I'd love to."

We talked most of the night.   He held my hand and is so nice.   He I wanted to tell my parents, but I knew their answers would be, "You need to come home and marry a Methodist boy." His hands were very warm.   He had nice, long fingers. His hands are a bit moist, but nice.   We sat in this little alcove in the kitchen at a very fifties table all night.  Elise winked a few times .  I don't think we talked to anyone else but each other and then he makes his move.  He strokes my cheek, pulls me close, and looked me in the eyes and then he kissed me.  I felt it in my knees, between my legs, stomach and boobs.   He hummed as he kissed and said, "If you are his good at kissing, I wonder what else you're good at." I had a feeling, I may be in a state of undress tomorrow night.   We're going to some greasy spoon and then driving around the hills.  I can't wait. 

He walked me home.  It's a bit chilly so he puts a jacket around me. He kissed me at the gate and this time he slipped me the tongue.  I barely slept that night.   The next day was a Saturday and we shot for a short time and Johnny greeted me with a good morning kiss.   "I had a great time last night.  I can't wait to see you tonight," he said.  Elise was all talk in the car.

"Where did you go?  What did you do?"
"Nothing.  We did kiss."
"Awww you two were so sweet."
"He's picking me up at eight tonight."
"Damn.  If I had to set anyone up, it would be you and Johnny.   You two have the biggest hearts."

I got home, showered, and put on a nice dress.   "You look so pretty," Grandma said. I thanked her.  "No.  I mean it," she says.   "You are so beautiful."   Johnny comes to the door and meets my Grandma and Blanche.   He is so sweet to them.  He talked for a few minutes and then we were out for a night in LA.  I loved the vibe and I loved the air. We are at a popular greasy spoon and he and I talked forever.  He talked about movies he had filmed and was filming.  His last one was "Gilbert Grape".  "I loved the Texas town I'd it is s really good movie," he said.  I start shooting  another next month," he says.   I tell him my internship  will be over.  He looked at me sadly.   "That won't be the end," he says.  I was leaving September 9.   "I really like you," he said.  "I was afraid you had a boy back home."  I shook my head.   "Boys don't like me,". I said.   "Well because you are very pretty."  

      After dinner we went for a drive and then we ended up back at his place.  It was a palace.   He kissed me passionately in the living room.  "So pretty," he'd moan.  "You're a very good kisser," he said.  I thank him.   He puts his hands on my breasts.   "So full.  I love your curves and your tiny waist."   He kisses my neck and then runs his tongue over my nipples.   I can hardly contain myself,   "I've only been with one guy," I said worriedly. "Coulda fooled me."  I could feel him against me.  "I'll be  gentle.  I promise."   He took me up to his room where he took my clothes off and kissed me everywhere,  my breasts, my back, my legs, and then he went down on me and he was no college boy about it.   He didn't just concentrate on my clit,  my whole area was throbbing and shaking.   I came once and than a minute later came again.   "Wow!"  Johnny said.  I returned the favor and he said, "are you sure you've only been with one guy?"  Then he goes inside of me and it hurt.  "I am sort of, um, big," he tells me.  "Also, you are very tight."   However, I come pretty nicely with him inside of me as well.   He's damn good and when I came, he started to come.   He came inside of me and all down my legs.   That was going to be the norm for the next two months we did it on floors, in cars, at my house, at his house, and in his trailer.   One night he got me from behind in the bedroom I stayed in. I felt so naughty. It was pretty much a daily thing, regardless of my menstrual cycle.   He didn't touch me one heavy day.   I was lucky and spotted most of the time and we think that was when it happened.  I was thankful I got it, as we weren't too careful.  

      For us, it was long days on set and then it was dinner and sex.  Grandma rarely saw me.   One night she did confront me on the night he "slept over".   We did it most of the night,   The whole room smelled like us.   Grandma said, "Your room stinks like Miss Puss and Mr Weiner."  Blanche just made me promise to wash the sheets.  

     "You're being careful, aren't you?"  Grandma asked.
"Yeah."
"As beautiful as that baby would be, you don't need to be saddled with that.  Your mother would have a cow."
"She'd make me get an abortion."
"That's your choice sweetie."
"I will be okay Grandma,  I never got pregnant when I was dating Amir."
"Amy!" 

Amir and I didn't do it every day like Johnny and I did. We even had sex during my period, on a light day. We weren't careful.

     The summer went quickly and my leaving date was getting closer and closer.   Johnny asked for my phone number back at home and a week before I left was the last time I saw him.  He never called, and by 1994, I had a baby and he was dating Kate who was much more beautiful than I was and it cut me to the core.   When I found out he was dating Kate, I held Jade and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.   I was crushed, but his work led him away as well as me being a corn fed Indiana girl.  

    Our last time together I prayed that I was ovulating.   It was the night before I left.   We were at his place and I kept saying, "we could move my grandma here and I could find work."   He said. "As much as I would love it, I have lot going on, doll.  I will have you here after Christmas.   I have your phone number."  I told him I would like that.  However, something inside of me told me he will move on.  I tried so hard not to cry.   I was going back to work at Dillard's and be a bookkeeper somewhere, marry some dork from church and have a sleepy life like my parents.   Johnny was done with me and I would never bother him again. He vanished and that cut me deeply. Little did I know, there was someone who was from California who hitched a ride home with me.

      I wanted a different life.   I wanted one in California with him.   I cried that whole flight home.   Grandma never told me to stop.   She just let me cry.   She had a similar story. Of World War 2 of a man who never came back.  I said, -"you never did the deed though ?"
She looked at me and said, "Like hell we didn't!!!  And, I could tell you were getting it from behind that night you decided to cavort in your room.  You people think you invented sex."    She let me cry but at home I was to be happy and show no negative emotion.  "It hurts, I know." It hurt more than anything I ever went through.