I was working on the first draft of the sixth episode, of our code women project for the past week. My friend and boss Bret emailed me while I was in London; saying that the distributers wanted another episode. She asked me to write the first draft from a story outline that she wrote. Back in LA, I was in my preferred writing attire Boxers and a T-shirt, pounding away on my computer. I remember the last line of the email.
"You're much better with language Paul," wrote Bret
I also remember Sara saying, "Of course you'll do it," when I showed her the message. Sara and Bret have become friends, which makes it easier, and more difficult because they talk all the time.
"Just let me know what you need Bret and I will get it done," I said in a conversation from London.
Sara pulled the phone from me, "Darling rest assured, he will get it done, or there will be a drought of some activity if you catch my meaning."
When I finally got the phone back, I heard laughing from Bret. Then she said that I would get a writing credit, but the writers would polish the script. I started when I returned, home, but it slow. The ideas and the dialog were not hitting the computer. I read the pages and didn't like what I read; everything was slow. But I continued to pound away.
We were in London so the Sara could formally introduce me to the family. Though I knew everyone, she also wanted to show off "her" ring not the one I presented to her in bed weeks ago.
Sara's ring consisted of a large central diamond with a circle of smaller diamonds there were two rubies at north and south and two emeralds at east and west. She did a surprising thing when I slipped off the "temporary" ring and installed the new ring. She took Linda's ring and put it on her right hand.
"Paul a lady cannot have enough Jewelry. Besides this will keep her memory alive for you."
The ring and our relationship got rave reviews but unfortunately our time there was short. We were back in LA me trying to write and Sara deposing some of the people she and her partner were suing.
An app on my phone beeped indicating that someone had opened the front door. I heard someone come in. It could be Sara or Bret both had keys, and both delighted to torture, me about when I will be finished with something. It brought to mind the Pope constantly asking Michelangelo when he would be finished with the Sistine Chapel. The line from the movie "The Agony and the Ecstasy" was "When will you make an end to it." "When I am finished." I heard Sara talking to someone, but I was trying to finish the page I was working on.
Sara burst in, "Darling you are not ready, you know we have the premier party tonight, why are you not dressed?"
"I am trying to finish the script for the sixth segment, I will be ready in plenty of time."
"Paul, this is important for you and Bret, and after the party Bret and her husband, Sandy and her partner and David and Jessica, plus some other people will be coming for a private celebration here," said Sara
Bret was the executive producer for the series Sandy Jenson directed the first episode and David Harris was the primary writer. I did not know that Sara had invited them over for a "private" celebration. Sara still needed some help with communication skills.
I felt two arms wrap around my neck and soft lips suck on my earlobe. "Darling if you want some later, please get ready."
Her hand slipped down to my crotch and massaged my member through my shorts. "Just checking," she said.
I hit the save key combination and put the machine to sleep. I rose with Sara still draped on my back as I walked to our bedroom. I banished Sara from the room and pulled out my suit and shirt. I was dressed and ready to meet the world. Sara took the room over.
"Begone sir I have voodoo to perform," she said as I exited the room.
William was in the kitchen doing some preparation. He usually does not talk but we struck up a conversation about the Premier league football, I was getting interested in Soccer, and he knew more than I did.
"Sir I might like to attend an NFL football game sometime."
"I think that that can be arranged, William."
I reflected that I barely knew William but used his first name. I was brought up that you used Mr. or Mrs. with last names of people until you knew them. I was getting used to having him around. Sara came out of the bedroom and presented herself to me.
"Will I pass inspection, darling?"
"All the time, dear."
"Such a nice man you are, I like the way you lie," she said as she kissed me.
"William, we need to get going," Sara commanded.
I looked at my watch and realized that the party was in four hours, even with traffic we would get there way too early.
"Why the rush, Sara?"
"I told Bret that I would get to the hotel early and double check the arrangements. It is something I am good at. Now get moving Paul the sooner we get there the sooner I can get behind a cold martini."
I escorted Sara out to the car and William followed us and climbed into the driver's seat. Sara leaned over and kissed me. Then she brought her left hand up and allowed me to inspect the ring.
"Darling I just love it, I call it the Star of Hollywood," said Sara referring to the ring.
"Darling you are full of something today, I just don't know what," I said waiting for the reaction.
"I could have left you at home, darling. William is a wonderful companion."
That was a subtle hint that my humor was not appreciated. I leaned over and tried to kiss her but was rejected.
"I believe that gentlemen are only allowed to kiss me. When you start acting like a gentleman, I will allow you to kiss me."
I felt the dog house closing in but I persisted and soon our lips met. Sara captured my tongue and would not let go.
We both started laughing when parted. I leaned in and gently touched her face with my lips. Sara started to run down a list of things that she was going to check on when we got to the hotel. I pulled out the Banquet Order Form that Bret gave me the day before.
"I think you will need this, darling," I said after handing her the paper.
