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Wolf had pointed out one of the ‘special’ activities was a chance to spend sixty minutes with 30-plus women. I personally didn’t think that sounded all that enjoyable until Tim sent a text back to Wolf.

‘FIFY – spend sixty minutes seconds with 30 women.’

Wolf wasn’t nearly as amused with Tim as I was. Tim gave him a big shrug.

“Hey, I really did Fix It For You; what are you complaining about?”

I was afraid Wolf and Tim thought this week was going to be something like ‘Sex Island.’ We told the parents that boys and girls would be in separate rooms to calm some reasonable concerns. We even assigned roommates. Personally, my parents hadn’t bought that for a second. I figured if there ended up being some room-swapping, it wasn’t up to me to say anything about it.

The current room assignments were Tim and Wolf, Sarah and Tami, Brook and Cassidy, Tracy and Pam, with Lexi and me having our own rooms.

Cassidy had decided not to invite her boyfriend, Don. She was only dating him casually and didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Besides, Fritz had asked her to assist with security to help Manaia.

Speak of the devil: I saw Fritz lead Rita, Halle, and Stewart Thatcher out of the terminal.

“What are you all standing around for? Get on the plane,” Rita ordered, playing den mother.

I agreed because it was a little chilly standing on the tarmac.

“I see who wears the pants in your relationship,” I teased Stewart.

“David, get on the plane,” Brook ordered with a smirk.

Stewart and I just smiled and did as we were told. When I got on, I saw the interior was completely decked out to remind you of a classy lounge, complete with a bar. I walked to the back, picked out one of the sleeping rooms, and stretched out. We hadn’t gotten home until almost three in the morning, and I was running on about five hours of sleep. I figured if I goofed off, I might not get a bed to sleep on.

I dozed off as the plane left the ground.

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“Scoot over,” Pam said.

The beds weren’t any bigger than twin size. I hadn’t planned on sharing but was half-asleep, so I didn’t argue. Pam crawled in next to me, and I put my arm around her as I lay on my side.

“David,” Pam said softly.

“Hm?”

“I heard what you said to Kent and Chuck last night.”

“Uh, huh.”

“You’re a really good guy.”

“I love you too,” I said.

“I know,” she said and snuggled down so we could get some sleep.

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After about a ninety-minute power nap, I felt great. I slipped out of bed, taking care not to wake Pam. When I walked out into the main cabin, I found many of the others had followed my lead and claimed sleeping berths. I found a nice comfy chair and pulled out my phone.

While I’d slept, I’d received several messages and texts. Brook had sent one with my share of the flight cost. With Rita’s help, it was about four times what I would pay for a first-class ticket. The upside was I didn’t have to drive to Chicago and go through their security, saving me several hours of travel time.

I was also able to bring my friends in luxury. It was something I could see doing as a special treat every once in a blue moon. I might get away with it more often, now that Caryn was leaving her job as my conscience.

Saul had sent a text about the box-office numbers for The Royal Palm through Saturday. We’d reached that magic threshold where we’d actually made money. To date, every film I’d been in had done just that. Saul said he’d received more scripts that were perfect for me, and he’d sent them to my managers to look at. At least he’d learned not to buck the process. I was sure if he were to find anything outstanding, he would hand-deliver it.

The text I received from Lexi shocked me. I had jokingly suggested that she check into getting us the yacht her dad had invited me on. He’d done that to help sway me to sign up for the next two Star Academy movies.

Her text said we were good to go for tomorrow, and the studio was picking up the cost. We could invite thirty people. I was about to become very popular. There was a note that one of the guests had to be Lexi. That reminded me once again that I was blessed to have her working for me. I sent her a text back to confirm and assure her she was going.

I sent a text to Mr. Otsuki, my director, to tell him what Lexi had arranged and to invite him and the cast for the day. Of course, that was assuming he could fit into his shoot schedule. It didn’t take him long to accept.

Tsuyoshi, my mentor, had clued me in that Mr. Otsuki had mentioned that he might want to come with us when we did American activities. If he did join us, Tsuyoshi suggested that I not go skinny-dipping. Tsuyoshi thought he was funny. I gave Mr. Otsuki the details and asked that he invite the cast.

That accounted for about two-thirds of the slots. I had to reserve one for Manaia and another for Halle. I sent a text to my other Hollywood friends and soon had the trip’s guest list filled.