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    Collision Course 4.43

     

                “Yeah, the queen over there has to get dressed,” said Brian as he pointed to Shane.  “All your shit is over there, do you need all that to take pictures?  I know you do, but, I want this done well, Sam.  We are talking millions here…”

     

                “Brian, I adore you, but shut the fuck up,” snapped Sam her grey eyes blood shot and her arm was still in the tight sling that she’d been ordered to wear.  “Carm, let’s get this started.  Bette, can you help Shane with her wardrobe?  Helena, do you mind standing in while I take the light readings?  Quin…”

     

                “Yeah?” asked Quin with an odd look on her face, not really wanting to be photographed, grimacing at the thought.

     

                “Want to find some music, get my heart pumping, please?” begged Sam as she unpacked her cameras with one hand. 

     

                Quin shrugged and moved to the DJ booth that was overhead, and Sam watched her walking away, licking her lips hungrily at the sight of Quin’s shapely ass in the tight faded jeans she was wearing. 

     

                “Sam!” snapped Brian as he watched Sam lusting after the long haired blonde.

     

                “Huh?”

     

                “Keep your hormones in check,” he snapped as his gaze moved over to a hot guy who was tending the bar.

     

                “You are one to talk,” muttered Sam softly as she threw a roll of film at Brian and he laughed as he caught it, tossing it back to her and heading off to see if he could get some head.

     

    ***** 

     

                Shane slumped into the bathroom, Bette holding the four outfits that she’d be wearing, and a hat, some fedora thing that Shane wasn’t sure she was going to wear.  Her face was pale, and she didn’t look happy.  “So, have you talked to Jo?”

     

                “She called, but her cell phone is going right to her voice mail, and her emails are going unanswered.  Julie told me that she was flying out of the country, on business, for a few days.  I’m sure I’ll hear from her when she gets back,” smiled Bette, forcing her voice to stay calm.

    Comments

    1. This is an absolutely amazing story! You always leaving me wanting to know what’s going to happen! But please, please, please let Shane and Sam find each other, because I think they need each other.

    2. Trying to catch up on my reading. Hey know how Sam feels with her arm. Still wearing a should brace and sling since Aug 7. Hope by Feb i can take it all off. and i was shot. Just stupid. I love this story. It is awesome. Lets get Shane to Sam she needs someone with her Should be someone that loves her Take care and thanks bvh

    3. “You are good at it, even Tina was fooled,” said Bette – Like thats a f*cking surprise. Did Sam actually take ecstasy or was she bullshitting to get away from the group?, if the latter was she feverish just cause of the constant pill popping? Shane better speak up or she’s gonna lose her. Kinda funny how everyone (except for Carmen) was in a hot club but they wouldn’t hook up w/ anyone cause their heart belonged to another. Lovin’ it.

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