4-04-2024.
1:01. Actor's in place.
The curtain raises
7 p.m., time posted.
'Lights, camera, action,' Donatelannounced.
Peter is back home, trying to conceal his consciousness.
Peter looked in the bathroom mirror. He felt like he was sinking in quicksand.
He takes a shower, removing the sex smell in his fantasy. There was none, of course. Not even a kiss!
After he dried himself off and applied deodorant, the feeling was still there.
Peter stands under the bright glaring lights, shaving his stubble away, then using cinnamon mouthwash, gargle, spits out the cooties.
Peter then throws his soiled clothes in the dirty laundry. He sets the wash for an hour, extra cleaning.
He puts on some jazzy music on 'My Baby Just Cares For Me, ' by Simone -
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My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places
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Sometime later.
Peter says, 'I have spaghetti and burgers. Later, we can have some Burgoyne wine. And I made your favorite. Crab cakes!
Twila laughs, 'My dearest grandmother raised no fool, food for thought, we ate chicken. John is all nonsense. He lies, cheats, and runs a band-aid company.
Darwin says, 'Rest your mouth, woman, family is always important, sometimes in a bad way. We look over others who are not fortunate as we are.
'Raising the Lion's door is costing the hockey players. I can operate in the Carolinas at the Redman location. Washington will be fine.'
Twila says, 'I want the perfect wedding, the works, the pictures, the chaple, first class tickets, and us to be happy.'
Darwin toasts to that, clinging his glass to hers, 'I drink to that, be happy. The flight schedule has been checked, arranged in Chicago, strait to New York. I have planned our honeymoon in Mexico. I also purchased a two-fifty grand boat, your gift from me, all you have to do is come up with a plan. A gift I couldn't refuse buying.
Twila smiles, 'I know she will be called, 'No Shame Red'.
Darwin smiles, 'No place like home.'
'That's a wrap,' Donatel announced.
The curtain falls.
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Mystère / ThrillerThe curtains open up, and the plays start. 'Lights, camera, action,' a voice called out. Everyone listens, as the music plays out, a Keith Urban song.
