The commercial earned high praise. I was asked to do more commercials. I declined on the grounds that I was her bodyguard. Don't think they strongly pursued it and Judy shot it down.

All of this was a little in the future. When we got home from Charlie's, she was as high as a kite. No drugs, just excitement. We barely closed the door before she was wrapped around me like a boa. She never did anything halfway, so I was treated like prey. Not that I minded, of course.

She had two handfuls of my shirt, dragging me into the living room. Not onto the sofa. Onto the thick...