INT. OBIE'S RANCH - LIVING ROOM - EARLY MORNING
Jeremiah exits the guest bedroom, confronting Obie as she works on her latest writing project curled in her favorite chair.
last night. In fact, I had a very good
what made it so good a night. You
thought I was celibate?
just as a publicity stunt? Not as in
"Any publicity is good publicity to an
find that a bit ludicrous?
out an international TV audience egging
You're as intimidating as hell.
- OBIE (CONTINUOUS)
log to get me in the mood.
the practice you’ve had in public,
that’s the only place you can kiss?
Obie breaks it off when the kiss seems to be heading into extra innings.
your head. What you look like as you
kiss is nowheresville in this scenario.
Secondly, duration is secondary to pas-
sion felt/inspired by the lip lock.
inviting, or it's not. Cold calcula-
tion has nothing to do with it. It has
to well up spontaneously. It is an ex
pression of what should be deeply felt.
Touching any body part with any of your
body parts can be erotic if it is the
right person, in the right mood, behind
A case in point: How erotic is your
cheek? My finger? Yet you got hard
his fiancée? Of course not.
learning to keep your real life sepa-
rate from your on-screen image. But,
before you turn thirty, you need to
learn how to kiss in real time. Any
special people you'd like to learn
mean to threaten your manhood. You
once admitted that you were tired of
that role. You are considered past
your sexual peak now. But as women
gain in experience, their values tend
to shift. By the time they're forty,
they supposedly hit their sexual peak.
Someone whose sex passes theirs pur-
portedly at nineteen, who then rests on
his laurels instead of maturing and de-
veloping, is likely to be left lonely
by something other than choice in the
future when fame flees.
tition. He's more age-compatible.
He's really way too old for me, but ...
imagination proved equal to the task.
I'd always been told once guys had that
surgery, they were like placid old
Overcome with feeling, Jeremiah sweeps her into his arms and kisses her, leaving Obie decidedly weak-kneed.
There's hope for you yet, Jeremiah, my
boyo. Maybe it's just a matter of mo-
time you've ever called me by my name,
ever directed that smile my way.
Last updated 6/26/2007.
Word Count: 804
Reading Level: 4.9