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Previous Page �Leave me alone, Tetchie.� �Wur�s Jeck?� �Not here.� �Nu wander. Istap da ismuk, Gina. Chow da betel wid mey.� �It�s the same thing.� �Yah, but it dasent smell like dat.� Gina ignored her. The cigarette smoke wasn�t bothering Tetchie, she thought; she was just looking for a reason to ask where Jack was. He probably did her a couple of times, too, for extra cash to support his vices. You�re his vice, a voice inside her said. He says he does everything for you, lives his life for you and wishes he could spend all his time with you. Well, he�s not with me right now, she replied despairingly in her head. * * * �Ay,� Eugene squealed, �here na he is!� Jack tensed; the newcomer was tall, fair and chisel-jawed. The muscles on his chest fairly rippled. A wave of insecurity suddenly swept over Jack. �Jack,� Eugene said, getting up, �meet Dennis Santos.� They shook hands. Dennis stood at least half a foot taller than Jack, who was already towering at five foot ten. �Hi, Jack.� Dennis grinned. They sat. �Dennis is wan of my beast buyers,� Eugene gushed. �Best buyers, Huge,� Dennis laughed. He turned to Jack. �I bought one of your movies from him,� he said, �and I thought it was very well-done. Your acting was very good.� A cynical eyebrow shot into the air. Really? �You�re wasting your time with these films,� Dennis continued, �I want to build you into a real star. No more bold films.� Jack couldn�t believe his ears. �I will finance your way to the top. You will star in films I will buy especially for you. I will give you a decent house, and a fair monthly allowance.� �Hee!� Eugene spat, rising to his feet. �You can�t teek awee my istar! I discavered him, I rist him like my own beebee!� �Shut up, Eugene,� Jack hissed. �I�ll give you three percent of Jack�s every talent fee.� �Okee, sige.� He sat back down. �But there are three conditions, Jack.� Jack�s heart sank. Next page |
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