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All I Want Is Everything – #14
Leigh is unsure how to react, offering the only words that come to mind in the moment.
Leigh: I’m sorry.
Molly: No. Mom and Dad, they’re the sorry ones. School’s bad enough as it is without having to deal with this shit.
Leigh nods.
Molly: Um… anyway. I’ll just take this and go. It does look nice though.
Leigh: Thanks.
She offers Molly a look of sympathy, watching her turn and walk away with the gift. As Molly exits, Leigh can only utter the following to herself.
Leigh: That was unusual.
Elsewhere in West Hollywood, Mark is rendering video to a file that will then be uploaded to his clip site for adult audience online consumption. It is a fine line he walks in chosen profession, between serving his own business and the business that still commissions him for work. The experience has afforded him a talent pool for the Los Angeles area and a separate storage area he pays rent for every month. Keep the customers happy. Keep the bosses happy. Keep himself happy enough. Mark Wayland is never satisfied however. It was a direction he did not mind taking, but it was not what he wanted as his ultimate point, professionally. One day, he would do something more important. One day did not appear to be on the horizon.
Instead, Mark has an incoming call which he answers on his cellphone.
Mark: Yeah.
In his apartment, there is a man who is just now waking up after working early morning security at the C.A.C.
Gomey: Hey, shitface.
Mark: Hey, Gomey. Whatcha need?
Gomey: Nothin’ man. I’m just wakin’ up. Startin’ to feel a fucking vampire.
Mark: I don’t know. Vampires suck blood. You just kinda suck at times.
Gomey: I know you ain’t givin’ me shit about the last race.
Mark: You’re right. I’m not, but since you mention it. Dude… Dead Last? Again?
Gomey: Ah, fuck that. Tonight’s gonna be different.
Mark: Really… You’ve got something for the General Wilde? It’s Midnight Muscle tonight.
Gomey: That’s alright. Dee ain’t got shit for me tonight.
Mark: I guess we’ll find out at Midnight.
Gomey: Fuckin’ A.
Mark: Anyway, I’m busy. And I’m hungry.
Gomey: Yeah, cool man. See ya.
Mark: See ya.
As Mark hangs up the call, not far down from his abode is the Planet as it is getting into its mid-to-late afternoon menu. Liking the exercise, he exits with the computer finishing up the video rendering and being put into sleep mode.
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Budding romance for DANA, HELENA staying in L.A. might be a thorn in BETTE plans .GABBY/TIM not a chance.SHANE needs her ”cool” back.JENNY who cares what the lip reader has to say..continue plz would like to see where this is going.