“You know I’d do anything for you, but you need to talk to Caryn about this. She would need to run the numbers and agree that it makes business sense if you want me to be a part of it. Otherwise, I could just give you some money to help you get started,” I said.
“Well done. I told your mother you were learning a lot about business and wouldn’t just accept her proposal at face value. You’ve been listening,” Dad said.
“I learned a hard lesson,” I admitted.
Dad and I had a brief discussion where I filled him in on me giving my word to my fellow lead actors in Star Academy. I also told him I knew Mom had time to do it right, so she didn’t need a firm ‘yes’ as yet.
Then my mom wanted to talk about the wedding. Dad and I cut her off and told her to call someone who cared. We both laughed when she made vague and ominous threats. I would be sure to lock my door tonight.
◊◊◊ Monday December 28
Fritz showed up early so we could run. He took me along the beach. Running the hills around Rita’s house, like we had been doing, made my thighs and butt work overtime. Running in the sand made that seem like child’s play. It was good that I brought my Bo staff, or I might have fallen down when we finally made it back. Fritz just collapsed.
“Whose idea was that?” I complained.
He just grunted.
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Mom and Dad wanted to go to the studio with me today and watch me work. I was in the first scene of the day, so we went to makeup and then the set. Dad was going around meeting everyone as usual, with Mom in tow. I was probably going to regret letting them come with me.
Rita showed up with Tracy, Pam, and Lacy. I guess they also wanted to watch. I had several scenes back-to-back. Watching a movie being made is a lot like watching a play rehearsaclass="underline" after you’ve seen a few scenes, you’ve had enough. When I was done, everybody but Tracy had abandoned me.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
“Your mom wanted to talk to Caryn about some business idea, and your dad decided to go with her. Cora called, and there’s some wedding emergency, so Pam and her mom left to deal with that.”
“I’m going to hitting practice. You can either go with me or hang out with Halle,” I said.
“Zak offered to show me his trailer.”
“Take your pepper spray. You’ll need it,” I warned.
“Halle said to just tell you, and you’d make him stop his unwanted advances.”
“I changed my mind. You’re going with me.”
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Coach Revilla wanted to meet at USC’s baseball field. Coach Boyd was back with two more pitching prospects. One was a moose of a boy they’d just signed to their Single-A club. The coaches wanted to work on situational plays. Things like two outs, two on, and tied. Then it would be down one or two. Coach Revilla would explain what types of pitches I should look for and where to hit the ball.
The big kid just reared back and threw the heat. His only problem was he didn’t have full command of his pitch. The first one landed a foot in front of home plate.
“Shit! Son of a …!” he cussed.
The second pitch caused me to hit the dirt in self-defense.
“Sorry!” he called out.
The third one he grooved. Coach Revilla had asked that I put it down the first base line. But when the fat fastball sailed right down the center of the plate, I took a healthy rip and put it over the center field fence.
I must have pissed off Coach because he changed it to no outs and made me bunt. Not that I mind bunting, in principle; anything for the team, and all that. But every other pitch I heard ‘Sorry!’ and had to dust myself off. Coach Boyd smirked each time I hit the dirt, which pissed me off. I figured the best way to get even was to focus and send this kid back on whatever bus he’d arrived on.
I stepped out of the box, took a couple of deep breaths, and felt myself drop into the zone. The next pitch was low and inside. I saw it release from the pitcher’s hand and was on it early. I drove it down the first base line. The next pitch was on the outer corner, and I did the same thing.
“Third base line,” Coach Revilla called out.
The kid put everything into the next pitch. He planned to throw it high and inside, but it was right at my head. I don’t know what I was thinking, I just reacted. I threw up the bat and somehow hit the ball down the third base line. Maybe I’d channeled my inner Jedi or something. The look on the kid’s face was priceless. Coach Boyd just shook his head.
Up next was another Single-A pitcher, but he was ready to move up. He’d had two years in the minor leagues and was in control of all his pitches. I had a lot of fun battling him. He had me guessing more than I wanted to admit, but that didn’t mean I didn’t also win sometimes.
Coach Revilla was happy with my progress. Wednesday would be our last day working together. He promised to use that time to prepare me for the upcoming season.
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Tracy teased me all the way back to the studio. She said I looked sexy in my baseball pants. I was just glad there was someone out there who didn’t think my butt was too big!
When we arrived, I had plans to take Tracy to my trailer so she could see how trim my butt really was. I was disappointed when she jumped out of the car and left me to search for Halle’s trailer. I almost followed her there, but I needed to get a shower before it was time to be back on set.
When I opened the door, I found Pam.
“I’m horny,” she pouted.
Damn! Me, too!
Clothes began flying as I chased her to the bedroom. I started to go down on her.
“No,” she whined. “I need it right now.”
I agreed and slotted Mr. Happy and pushed home. She felt perfect. Warm, wet tightness enveloped my member. I leaned down, and we joined in a lip-lock. I began the old in-and-out when I felt a surprise. My sack tightened, and I came hard. What the heck just happened? I rolled off Pam, and she gave me a curious look. She discovered that I’d just gotten off.
“Oh, Baby, that was the best one ever,” Pam cooed.
Yeah, right.
“You’ve never done me better. I’ll be a satisfied woman for a long time after that. The girls are going to be so jealous when they hear how well you did me. God, you were good,” she simpered, looking pleased with herself.
If she was happy, I got mine! I got up to take a shower.
“David?”
“Hmm.”
“Where’re you going?”
“To take a shower,” I said.
“You do, and I’ll never talk to you again.”
Oops. Angry baby-mama was not good. It was a good thing I was a teenager and able to get it back up. I made sure she was satisfied before I got mine again.
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After I was done for the day, Halle, Tracy, and Pam were all waiting for me.
“We got you something for Christmas,” Halle said. “It’s from all of us, including Brook and Zoe.”
They made me get into the car and wouldn’t tell me where we were going. I grinned when we pulled into High Performance Driving School. The moment was almost ruined when Devin and Cora were waiting for us. Pam grabbed my hand.
“You’ll understand in a moment,” she soothed me.
I checked my emotions and realized I was feeling hostile toward Devin. I guess seeing him so unexpectedly hadn’t allowed me to prepare for it. But I could do this. I put on a happy face and got out of the car.
“When I heard what your friends had gotten you for Christmas, I had to tag along,” Devin said as he smiled and held out his hand. “How’ve you been?”
“Good,” I said as I shook his hand. “I’m not quite sure what we’re doing, though.”
“We thought since you had the Charger, you might want to learn what it can really do,” Halle said.
Now that put a smile on my face. Devin and I went in with Fritz. The girls all left us. Sandy was flying in, and they planned a girls’ night out. Devin and I were directed to a classroom to start our training.