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love.
Anyway, I once had this date with this arty sort of guy. I
was interested in acting and he was "into the movies." It all
started "innocently" enough. We were invited to some friends of
his for a party. These were people I had never met before, but
they were great. It was the most beautiful bunch of people I
have ever seen. They all seemed to be in the movie business in
some sort of way. Anyway, we each went our separate ways and I
got pretty bombed with both the attention I got and the strong
drinks they served. Since I don't drink too much it was a puzzle
to see that I was the only one getting drunk, but it was fun.
Then my friend passed by and said he had to leave, but would be
back in a few hours to pick me up. From then on everything kind
of got fuzzy.
The next thing I can remember was being lead, or carried was
more like it, down to the basement. It seemed to be laid out
like a movie studio with several cameras, lights and other stuff.
Everything seemed to be focus toward one corner, with a four-
poster bed! How strange!
It was soon after that I discovered that I was to be a
principal in a porn flick. Now I am no innocent, but I hadn't
agreed to be any part of this.
Well, when I see that things are inevitable, I think, maybe
I should relax and e
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