The next morning I got up when David’s alarm clock sounded. We showered together, taking a little longer than usual. While David put on his work clothes, I picked out a fluorescent orange bikini.
“Going to lay out and get some sun today?” David inquired.
“I’m going fishing with Frank this morning.” I responded, smiling. “Frank does most of the fishing, I do most of the laying in the sun.”
David and I stood in the driveway, kissing each other “good-bye”. He took the opportunity to run his hand down the back of my bikini, giving my butt a few gentle squeezes. I fought back by pressing my body hard into his.
Taking cooler filled with bottled water and soft drinks down to the dock, I set it alongside some snack items. Frank was right on time, idling the boat up to the dock. He held it against the dock while I got everything stowed onboard.
“I’ll let you drive, while I relax.” He said, sitting on the passenger side seat.
I eased the boat away from the dock, turning it slowly around. Moving the throttle lever slightly forward, I let the boat gradually pick up speed. We were soon cruising across the water at about 40mph. The engine’s roar sounded so powerful to me. It had a commanding tone, almost formidable. We cruised to the far end of the lake before pulling close to shore and tossing over the anchor.
Frank’s idea of fishing was to be alone with me on the boat. It gave the two of us a chance to talk in a peaceful and relaxing environment with no one else around. We did more fishing for answers and conversation than anything. Frank and I shared a special relationship. Not a father-daughter relationship. Ours was a close friend relationship, bordering on intimacy.
Frank baited several fishing lines and tossed them out into the calm water of the lake. I put some sunscreen on my arms, chest and legs before stretching out on the front deck of the boat. I lit a cigarette, leaning back against the front of the boat’s windshield. Frank took two bottles of chilled water from the cooler, handing me one.
“So, what are we going to talk about this time?” Frank inquired.
“Let’s talk about you and Jackie.” I responded. “Why aren’t you two married? What‘s the hold-up?”
“Well, when you get as old as me, marriage isn’t as important as just being with the one you love.” He replied.
“Sounds like an old cliché, Frank.” I said. “I’m not buying it. What’s the real reason?”
“I’m holding out till Jackie quits this damn porn business!” Frank exclaimed. “I hate her being so damn involved!”
“Doesn’t seem like she wants out.” I spoke. “She’s been in it since she was married to Carl.”
“It’s the money.” Frank muttered. “She’s just in it for the money.”
“That’s why we’re all in it.” I responded, putting my hand on his arm. “If it weren’t for the money, we’d all be doing something else.”
“Guess you think I’m being an ass about it?” Frank questioned. “Holding out till she gives in and quits.”
“No, I don’t think that!” I retorted. “David feels the same way, only he won’t come right out and say it.”
“With him, it’s mostly about Chris and me making so many movies.” I added. “He’s not handling it very well. I think he‘s just trying to cover up his true feelings.”
“Speaking of Dave, when are you two going to tie the knot?” Frank asked, grinning.
“As soon as we get the prenuptial agreement signed!” I quickly answered. “I need to be married, officially married!”
I told Frank I needed a binding marriage document. If not, I’d never try to make a relationship work. It was just too easy to walk away from a relationship that wasn’t binding. Frank carefully thought about what I said, before agreeing.
“How long are you going to stay in this movie business? Not forever, I hope!” He asked.
“Maybe a year, maybe two.” I replied. “Till I’ve made enough money.”
“How much is enough?” Frank asked. “You once told me there was never enough!”
I didn’t have an answer so I just shrugged my shoulders. Coming up with an exact dollar amount was something I hadn‘t thought much about. I just wanted to make a good life for myself and for David.
Frank and I spent the rest of our day discussing my proposal to James Harris and Colin Douglas. The subject of money came up again.
“It they go for your deal, how much will you make off each movie?” Frank inquired.
“Anywhere between $5000 and $7000.” I stated. “At least, one movie a week besides the ones I create from clips. I’m figuring around $300,000 to $400,000 the first year.”
“WOW! I had no idea.” He exclaimed. “Will that finally get you out of the business?”
“I don’t know.” I responded. “I’ll have to wait and see.”
Frank dropped me off at the dock shortly after 1:00pm. I had plenty of time to shower and get ready for my appointment with Audrey McCain.
“We’ll have to go fishing more often.” Frank said, as I stepped up onto the dock. “It does us both alot of good.”
I arrived for my appointment a few minutes ahead of time but had to wait while Ms. McCain finished with another client. She finally came out to the waiting room and gestured for me to follow her into her office.
Audrey McCain was an attractive woman, somewhere in her late thirties. She was about 5’8” with an average size waist and hips but quite busty. She wore a dark blue dress with the hem a few inches above her knees. Her well-groomed shoulder length blonde hair evidenced her weekly trips to the beauty salon.
After introducing ourselves and shaking hands, Audrey motioned for me to take a seat in front of her desk. Audrey reviewed several options for prenuptial agreements. David and I had already talked about what we wanted and how we preferred to have it worded. I handed her the outline we’d drawn up so she could appraise it for herself.
“My husband and I are big fans of your movies.” Audrey stated, as she read over the document.
“Are you still making them?” She added, continuing to read.
