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trailer for the night—or a hotel—anywhere but Jake’s.
    Biff winced. “Sorry, Star. I can’t do that. Jake would be furious with me—I could get fired. Unless Jake asks me directly, I would never go behind his back.”
    “Never mind, I’m going back to my trailer now to sort out my hair.”
    “Let me come with you.” Her deep voice made me remember that she was a lesbian and I was clad only in towels. “I’m fine, Biff, I’ll see you later.”
    Back in my trailer, I emptied half a bottle of conditioner on my hair and ran a comb through the knots. I had another shower and washed that lying son-of-a-bitch “right out of my hair,” singing the song as I did so, and then flung on a long, flowing hippy dress. Nothing sexy or provocative, although I did put on black matching underwear and some black thigh-highs. Sexy underneath to make myself feel good, but chaste and pure on the outside—enough of this flirting game—it was landing me in trouble. No more games in general. The only person I was hurting was myself.
    I called Janice.
    “Hi Star, what’s up?”
    “Come and get me from the lot—I’ll let them know at the gate you’re arriving.”
    “Is everything okay?”
    “No. I need to get the hell out of here and go home, but they’re all spying on me. Maybe you can divert their attention and we can work out a plan.” I heard a knock at my door. “Yes?”
    “Star? It’s me, John—just checking you’re okay. Jake has instructed me to drive you home.”
    Big John the bodyguard. Jake’s bodyguard who may have even been eavesdropping. Who knew? Maybe my trailer was bugged. “I’m busy right now,” I shouted out—“hold on, Janice”—and then, “I’m about to take a shower, John.”
    “I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes,” John said.
    “Make that one hour,” I yelled through the door—“I want to go over my lines first.”
    “Okeydokey, I’ll be right here, waiting outside.”
    Waiting outside? Was he just going to sit there without budging? I needed to escape, go to my house—there was no way I’d spend the night at Jake’s, with or without my own bed. Biff could sadly not be bribed—well, maybe I could have pushed her, but poor thing, it wouldn’t have been fair. There was no way Big John would let me waltz off with Janet. I called Leo on my cell. Jake trusted him.
    “Leo,” I said sweetly.
    “What’s up, babe?” he said, in his thick Russian accent.
    “Are you still here on the lot?”
    “Sure am, what can do you for?” I loved the way he got expressions slightly wrong.
    “I don’t want Big John to drive me to Jake’s.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because,” I whispered, “at times he looks at me in a . . .” I tried to come up with an adjective that wasn’t too incriminating—“in a flirtatious manner and I don’t feel comfortable with him.”
    “I talk to Jake—this is bullshit—he’s your bodyguard!”
    “He’s not my real bodyguard. My guys have been put on hold for the duration of the movie—the producers didn’t trust them—wanted to hire their own.”
    “So what do you want me to do? Tell Jake?”
    “No, don’t say a word—and please don’t mention what I said about Big John to anybody, I don’t want him to lose his job. All I want is for you to drive me to my house.”
    “Your house has builders, no? Under construction?”
    “It’s being remodeled. I want to go and talk to the contractor.”
    “It’s six p.m., Star, I doubt he’ll be there, still.”
    “Please, Leo.”
    “Okay. I’ll call Jake,”
    “No!”
    “Star, I have to ask Jake first. He’s my boss. Could lose job.”
    I groaned. This was a nightmare!
    “Look, I’ll call him on my other cell right now.”
    “He’ll say no, Leo.”
    “I’ll handle it. I can be your bodyguard, just for today.”

C ASSIE SAT THERE in my trailer, tears in her eyes. I felt like such a bastard, but what could I do?
    “First finding out I’m off the job and now this,” she