Mark: Nice. Molly move closer to Shane.

Molly shifted her body so she was nearly on top of Shane.

Mark: Shane, please don’t look like you’re dying.

Molly looked down at Shane who was wincing and looked really sick. She pushed herself off the bed and off Shane. Shane laid there sweating.

Molly: You okay?

She ran her hand through her Shane’s hair.

Molly: You’re burning up.

Molly’s hands were on Shane’s cheek. Her head hurt and so did her stomach.

Molly: Mark, can we finish it tomorrow.

Shane: No, let’s finish it today.

Molly: Shane, you’re sick!

Shane: I’m okay, gimme a minute. Let me take some tynonel.

Mark: Take 5 then.

Molly helped Shane up. Shane grabbed the pills from her bag in the corner. She took them and went back to sit on the bed. She gave Molly a weak smile hoping to expel the worried expression from Molly’s face.

Shane: Don’t worry. You need to look sexy for the shoot, not scary.

Shane joked. She had on a pair of vintage washed jeans, a white buttoned shirt that was unbuttoned on the top and a gray wool scarf. Molly was wearing tight black jeans with a striped blue and white dress shirt with a blue scarf. Shane rested as much as she could before the 5 minutes were up.

Mark: Back to work.

The makeup artists repowered them and their hairs were once again arranged carefully.

Mark: Now Shane, prop up your elbows, drop your head back. One leg propped up. Yes and Molly lean over her. That hand start moving her shirt up her abs. Feel the tease.

Shane tried her best to not let the pain take over. The rest of the shoot took half an hour.

Mark: Go home and rest. Done for the winter.

Molly helped the exhausted Shane up. She could see the beads of sweat forming on Shane’s forehead.

Molly: When we get home, you’re going straight to bed.

Shane nodded thankfully. Shane had bought a house more in the city. The agent told her it was a great find. The view was awesome cause she lived on the 7^th and 8^th floor of the building complex. Her room had a big flat screen on the other side of the wall. Her bed was a Californian King. The bed sheets were all white. She liked it that way. Molly pulled up a chair right next to the bed. She changed the cloth on Shane’s head.