Chapter Eight
Kinky Sex
After we finished the cake, Elizabeth paid for it and drove me back to her cozy home.
“What a great day. Thanks for the cake,” I said, smiling.
“Would you like to spend the night? Your car is safe in my guest parking.”
“Yeah, I’d love too.”
“Then we can go pick up the script and sign the contract together tomorrow morning.”
“OK, great.”
“Are you sleepy?” Elizabeth asked.
“A little maybe.”
“Before we get ready for bed, don’t forget to give me twenty more push-ups and sit-ups, my little Ryan Gosling Johnny Depp future movie star.”
Ryan Gosling? Johnny Depp? Right. Let’s see, should I accept 10 million for my next film project, or do another three week run of a play in the basement of a homeless shelter?
Without complaint, I dropped down and did my exercise
