Entering the small apartment of no more than 80 square meters, Louise's eyes were full of curiosity. The cramped space was crowded with various furniture and appliances.
"I've cleaned it up, but it's still a bit messy." Martin said without embarrassment: "Let's make do with it." Louise asked: "Can I visit at will?" Martin said: "You can enter all the rooms and everything as you please. Look, everything here is open to you." There are only two bedrooms, and the master bedroom has almost no space after putting a large bed and wardrobe.
Another bedroom was converted into a study. Louise sat on the big bed in the master bedroom, and suddenly there was a rolling sound upstairs. It was a novel feeling that she had never had before, like a cat's claws, and she took off the black-rimmed glasses on her face.
The debauchery that belongs to drunkards and perverts is back: "Martin, if I shout loudly here, will the whole building hear it?" Martin took the initiative and extended an invitation: "Let's try." In fact, the apartment building is not soundproof. Too bad.
Louise, the slut, soon began to howl in an earth-shattering manner under the rapid lashing of the whip. Maybe she was in a new environment that she had never been to before, so her voice was particularly loud.
As it turns out, no one came to bother us about the noise. This time, the conscience of the dog man and woman realized that he did not call Kelly.
After it was done, Louise lay down and didn't want to move, and said, "I'm hungry, please get me something to eat."
"I haven't used the kitchen, and I haven't stored any food." As a bachelor who wanted to cook, Martin suggested: "Let's go out to eat." Louise was as curved as a cooked noodle: "I'm too lazy to move." Martin patted her Butt: "Just wait, I'll go out and buy it." After getting dressed, Martin called his usual restaurant to place an order and went to pick it up in person.
It takes too long to wait for them to deliver it. Less than 20 minutes later, Martin came back with a packed dinner.
Across the door, Emily saw Martin coming from the parking lot through the window and shouted: "Hurry up, he's back!" Jessica put away the newly bought "Zombie Gigolo" disc and came to the mirror She took a picture and saw that she was fair-skinned, beautiful, and had long legs. She was attracted by it when she saw it.
Emily asked: "Does your plan work?" Jessica picked up the ice cube and stuffed it into her chest. She was suddenly stimulated by low temperature. She shivered. She quickly raised her head at two o'clock and lifted up her thin sweater. .
"Do you know why you failed?" She didn't need Emily to answer: "Because you are too direct and don't understand subtlety. Implicitness is the real beauty." Emily leaned against the door frame: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Except Fuck him, we have no other chance." The ice cube was thrown into the trash can, Jessica wiped the water stains on her hands, opened the door and went out.
The time was right, Martin had just arrived. Jessica raised her hands and stretched. The thin sweater was tight on her body, and two obvious points stood out: "Hi, Martin, I haven't seen you recently, what are you busy with?" Martin pointed. Pointing to the roof: "Didn't I see you at the party last night?" Jessica responded quickly: "I went to buy shells. By the way, my shells can't be opened. Can you help me?" Martin is such a serious person, thinking that She was talking about shells: "What shells? Can't be pried open with a screwdriver?" Jessica quietly lifted up her yoga pants, and the tight pants that were originally stretched became even tighter: "The shells I bought were all round and round. Round and tender, with breathing, it opens, closes, and opens again... If the shell could talk, what would it say?" Her lips turned: "This is it, do you want to read it?" Martin worked so hard before, but now he is so determined. He said with a strong voice: "I don't want to." Laughter suddenly sounded, Martin's apartment door opened, and Louise, wearing Martin's shirt, came out of the door and leaned against the door frame to look at her. Jessica opened her mouth with a sense of dissoluteness: "Come here, let's go together." The woman opposite was obviously smiling, but Jessica felt uneasy, feeling that once it passed, something terrible would happen.
"No need." She hurried back and said, "I'll figure it out myself." She went back too hastily and tripped on the threshold and almost fell down.
Louise pulled Martin back to the room and laughed happily: "It's fun to live in a small apartment like this. Martin, your female neighbor is seducing you, won't you?" The slut went crazy and said: "You won't come. I'm about to get fucked." Martin opened the packed dinner and said, "It feels good for a while, but what about the end? What do they want from me? I guess that Jessica may not be 18 years old." Louise Laughing: "I didn't expect that a pervert like you could think with your head at critical moments."
"Actually, these are secondary. People are afraid of comparison." Martin spoke particularly pleasantly: "How can she compare to you?" Louise was very happy, but she was not stupid either: "Yes, I can also help you Come on." Martin pinched her chin and raised it forcibly: "Beauty, you have to understand that if you don't accompany me and you don't have new cocktail recipes, you will never become a master." Louise fell into the role: "Come on , you unspoken rules for me!”…The day after Christmas, Martin took Atlanta-style gifts and headed to the east side of Sherman Oaks to visit Robert Patrick, a former Marietta troupe member.
In "Terminator 2" that year, Schwarzenegger became a big star and became a top star. Patrick, who starred in T1000, also benefited a lot.
In the reception room, the bearded Patrick looked at Martin slightly and said, "Jerome called me specifically some time ago and told me about your situation." Martin put on his original accent: "The leader has always taken good care of me. You gave me your contact information before departure." Patrick smiled when he heard the familiar accent: "I watched the DVD of your movie "Zombie Gigolo" and it was interesting. I heard that the North American box office was close to 7 million. U.S. dollars?" Martin remained appropriately modest: "Lionsgate Pictures did a good job in publicity." Patrick nodded slowly: "You have a good start in Hollywood. Have you found an agent? Has the union joined you?"
"I joined ma..." Martin said what he could. Patrick understood: "Are you looking for the leading actor in a horror film from Warner Bros.? I have some connections at Warner Bros., but I can't influence the leading actor in a project worth tens of millions of dollars." In Hollywood, where every star is a company, Patrick also has a film and television company. company, but it was impossible for him to participate in the investment because of Martin. Even if he helped Jerome for the sake of it, there was a limit.
Martin asked tentatively: "I heard from the team leader that you have maintained close contact with many actors from Georgia?" Patrick looked at Martin, not understanding what he meant.
Martin said: "I don't know if you know Desmond Harrington, he is from Savannah." To avoid Patrick's misunderstanding, he said directly: "Harrington and the crew producer I want to audition, Susan - I have worked with Levine, and I want to ask about Susan." This is a routine operation in Hollywood. Patrick smiled: "Little Dais, I know him very well. I think he is in Malibu. I will give him a call." He stood up. He went to make a phone call, came back a few minutes later, and said to Martin: "Just wait a moment, he will be here soon." Martin knew that he had found the right person, so he waited patiently.
After chatting with Patrick for about half an hour, a handsome white guy entered the living room. Patrick introduced Martin and Harrington and said, "You guys chat slowly, I'll go to the wine cellar to find wine, and we'll have a drink later." Martin said a few polite words to Harrington and got down to the topic: "Dess, I I took the liberty to come to the door and want to inquire about something." Harrington said: "Robert told me, just say it." Martin understood that Harrington mainly looked at Patrick's face and did not waste time: "I heard from my friend Tell me, was Susan Levin your choice to play Ghost Ship?"
"Yes, it was Susan Levin who made the decision." Harrington said simply: "I have a similar experience to her, and some aspects can resonate with her. Generally speaking, she was rebellious and stupid when she was young, and then returned to the right path. , the few times I had contact with her, we basically talked about these things." He laughed: "On that crew, I once had the illusion that Susan Levin fell in love with me. But after the crew disbanded, we quickly fell in love with each other. We lost contact. She is obviously more interested in my experience than me as a person." Martin was basically sure and said: "Thank you for your answer." Harrington didn't care: "You're welcome, I hope it is useful to you." Martin Exchanged contact information with him.
Patrick quickly came back with a bottle of wine, and Martin helped open it. The three of them chatted and drank in the living room, and the atmosphere became more harmonious.
It was getting dark, so Martin invited the two of them to go out for dinner. After dinner, they went to the bar for a drink. Jerome is just a bridge. He asked Patrick for help once. The bridge can easily break. Martin not only needs to stabilize the bridge, but also widen and level it to make it easier for traffic.
When they came out, Martin hugged the drunken Patrick. Hollywood is full of drunkards, and Patrick is no exception. Before Harrington helped him get into the car, he said: "Martin, let's compete again another day. My drinking capacity can defeat Cameron, Schwarzenegger and Hamilton, but you can't." "Martin was drunk, like a super drunk. When he heard that he couldn't do it, he jumped quickly: "No need to change the day, let's go back and continue. Robert, let me tell you, I know a Robert who is known as the best drinker in Marietta. It only takes him an hour. Get down." Harrington pushed and pushed Patrick into the car first, and then asked Martin: "Want me to call a driver for you?"
"No need." Martin swayed and waved to the car: "Next time, next time, you can't stop until one of you falls." Harrington drove away and turned out of Sunset Boulevard.
Martin was not drunk at all. He shook his head, got into his car, opened the mineral water, took a sip, and took out his cell phone to call his agent.
"Why do you always call at night?" As soon as the call was connected on the other side, Thomas's dissatisfied roar came.
Martin pretended not to hear: "Susan Levin can be sure." Thomas immediately forgot what he just said and said: "Very good, we have grasped the key." He informed Martin of the news: "Tomorrow, the crew will be officially established."
