It was late Saturday night and Lily Love was alone in my Malibu house. She was in town on business and since I was heading out of the country for a shoot, I let her stay there for the weekend. She promised, no parties, no boys, just a movie and some alone time to relax and enjoy the beauty of the night sky.
Of course she probably meant what she said when she said it, but the moment she stumbled across my Rolodex and found Tyler Nixon’s telephone number, well, she couldn’t help herself. Now she waits with excited anticipation out by the pool for Tyler to show up, masturbating at the thought of making love to him in, The Date.