night.”
Before
he had a chance to respond, she darted away, closing her bedroom door behind
her.
*****
The
following day at Christine’s urging, Stacy forgot about feeling self-conscious,
and had fun with the dialogue, allowing herself to ‘be the squirrel’. The
script was infused with humor, and before long she was picturing Bibi as she
delivered each line. They read through the script four times. By the end of the
morning Christine said she was delighted with the progress Stacy had made.
When
Christine called a break, Stacy was amazed to realize it was lunchtime. A girl
from the local deli had arrived first thing to take orders for sandwiches, and
had delivered them and a selection of drinks to the small kitchenette.
“It’s
such a beautiful day, let’s eat outside.”
Stacy
followed Christine into the garden. Other members of staff had decided to do
the same, some sitting on the grass, and some at picnic tables spread around
the green space. There was no sign of Adam, but Sean wandered over within
minutes.
“How’s
it going today, Stacy?”
“Great.”
With a smile, she tilted her face to the sunshine.
“More
than great,” Christine added. “We should be ready to lay down some real takes
this afternoon.”
“Seriously?”
She’d thought they were days off actually recording her voice over for real.
Maybe this would mean she wouldn’t need to spend the next month working,and could
go home earlier than planned. The thought of cutting her stay short filled her
with dismay, so she brushed that thought away.
“I’m
having a barbeque on Saturday night—I hope you can both make it?” Sean took a
bite of his sandwich and chewed. “I wanted to have it sooner, but my wife Amanda
is up to her eyes with work this week.”
“I’d
love to.”
“I’m
on for it.”
Stacy
and Christine answered at the same time.
“What
does your wife do?” Stacy asked.
“She’s
an editor for a magazine in Galway. A lot of the time she manages to work
online, but they’re getting the next issue ready to go out, so she’s commuting
this week.” He grimaced. “It takes over an hour to drive home, so she’ll be fit
for nothing until the weekend.”
They
chatted for a while, then Christine consulted her watch. “Time to get back to
work. Ready, Stacy?”
By
the time Adam came to find her at four o’clock, they’d recorded Bibi’s first
scene. Stacy asked Christine to play it back to Adam. She watched him as he
listened, and her heart swelled with pride when he laughed on hearing the
punchline.
“We’re
finished for the day,” Christine said.
“Me
too.” Adam took Stacy’s light cotton jacket from the back of the chair and
handed it to her. “Let’s go.”
At
the car, he smiled. “Let’s go swimming.”
Stacy
shook her head. “I don’t swim.”
“You
can paddle in the shallows then. This is way too good a day to spend indoors.”
“You
mean in the sea?” She chewed her bottom lip, considering if she could tell him,
then took a deep breath, and did. “I…uh…I’ve never been in the sea.”
“You
mean the Atlantic?”
“I
mean any sea. I just never got around to it.”
“You’ve
walked along the beach though, right?”
She
shook her head.
Adam’s
eyes widened. “Do you have a swimsuit?”
She
shook her head again.
“We’ll
buy one in Clifden, then head to Dog’s Bay. You’ll love it.”
Less
than an hour later, they were back at the cottage. Stacy dressed in the
conservative black swimsuit she’d bought, despite Adam’s suggestion of a whole
range of barely there bikinis, pulled a simple cotton dress on top, and grabbed
a towel.
The
doorbell rang.
“Can
you get that?” Adam called from the bedroom.
She
opened the door to find a beefy stranger on the doorstep. Her gaze immediately
honed in on something gripped in his large hand. A familiar pair of hot pink
panties.
“I
have these.” He held them out.
Fear
clutched her insides and squeezed. She’d never
Before
he had a chance to respond, she darted away, closing her bedroom door behind
her.
*****
The
following day at Christine’s urging, Stacy forgot about feeling self-conscious,
and had fun with the dialogue, allowing herself to ‘be the squirrel’. The
script was infused with humor, and before long she was picturing Bibi as she
delivered each line. They read through the script four times. By the end of the
morning Christine said she was delighted with the progress Stacy had made.
When
Christine called a break, Stacy was amazed to realize it was lunchtime. A girl
from the local deli had arrived first thing to take orders for sandwiches, and
had delivered them and a selection of drinks to the small kitchenette.
“It’s
such a beautiful day, let’s eat outside.”
Stacy
followed Christine into the garden. Other members of staff had decided to do
the same, some sitting on the grass, and some at picnic tables spread around
the green space. There was no sign of Adam, but Sean wandered over within
minutes.
“How’s
it going today, Stacy?”
“Great.”
With a smile, she tilted her face to the sunshine.
“More
than great,” Christine added. “We should be ready to lay down some real takes
this afternoon.”
“Seriously?”
She’d thought they were days off actually recording her voice over for real.
Maybe this would mean she wouldn’t need to spend the next month working,and could
go home earlier than planned. The thought of cutting her stay short filled her
with dismay, so she brushed that thought away.
“I’m
having a barbeque on Saturday night—I hope you can both make it?” Sean took a
bite of his sandwich and chewed. “I wanted to have it sooner, but my wife Amanda
is up to her eyes with work this week.”
“I’d
love to.”
“I’m
on for it.”
Stacy
and Christine answered at the same time.
“What
does your wife do?” Stacy asked.
“She’s
an editor for a magazine in Galway. A lot of the time she manages to work
online, but they’re getting the next issue ready to go out, so she’s commuting
this week.” He grimaced. “It takes over an hour to drive home, so she’ll be fit
for nothing until the weekend.”
They
chatted for a while, then Christine consulted her watch. “Time to get back to
work. Ready, Stacy?”
By
the time Adam came to find her at four o’clock, they’d recorded Bibi’s first
scene. Stacy asked Christine to play it back to Adam. She watched him as he
listened, and her heart swelled with pride when he laughed on hearing the
punchline.
“We’re
finished for the day,” Christine said.
“Me
too.” Adam took Stacy’s light cotton jacket from the back of the chair and
handed it to her. “Let’s go.”
At
the car, he smiled. “Let’s go swimming.”
Stacy
shook her head. “I don’t swim.”
“You
can paddle in the shallows then. This is way too good a day to spend indoors.”
“You
mean in the sea?” She chewed her bottom lip, considering if she could tell him,
then took a deep breath, and did. “I…uh…I’ve never been in the sea.”
“You
mean the Atlantic?”
“I
mean any sea. I just never got around to it.”
“You’ve
walked along the beach though, right?”
She
shook her head.
Adam’s
eyes widened. “Do you have a swimsuit?”
She
shook her head again.
“We’ll
buy one in Clifden, then head to Dog’s Bay. You’ll love it.”
Less
than an hour later, they were back at the cottage. Stacy dressed in the
conservative black swimsuit she’d bought, despite Adam’s suggestion of a whole
range of barely there bikinis, pulled a simple cotton dress on top, and grabbed
a towel.
The
doorbell rang.
“Can
you get that?” Adam called from the bedroom.
She
opened the door to find a beefy stranger on the doorstep. Her gaze immediately
honed in on something gripped in his large hand. A familiar pair of hot pink
panties.
“I
have these.” He held them out.
Fear
clutched her insides and squeezed. She’d never
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