D Abby - The juvenile casting couch

"It's mostly the cast from the last movie. I'm to be your mother this time, and Frank Morris plays your father. Alice will be the girl next door and Buddy Chance is her brother. That's the five major parts. We'll have Dick there and I bet we can work through it in less than two weeks and your father can have the script done in a week or two more."

Sue went to work and it was settled before the end of the week. As soon as school let out they were to go to a small nearby resort and hold a workshop until they had the lines the way they wanted them. Shooting would start about two weeks into July and they should be able to finish up before school started again. Everybody was enthusiastic.

Alice called and told Pat that she'd always felt left out when Pat and Sue had done scenes together in the last movie. Buddy called and said how glad he was to do that improvisation thing. He'd done a few scenes in some of his movies that way and it was always fun. He'd hung around the set of that last movie and thought it was marvelous how Sue and Pat did it. Frank called and added his endorsement.

The last week Pat managed an afternoon with Shirley in her garage. He also spent a half hour with Sarah on Thursday afternoon. He jerked off a couple of times with David over the graphics and David told Pat all about seeing Sarah in the shower again. Pat had a problem and he wanted to get his father alone. It wasn't until the day before school closed that Robin was out doing some shopping for clothes as she was going with her family on the workshop.

"Dad?"

"Uh, oh, yes, Pat, what is it? I recognize that question mark after my name."

"Uh, Dad, this is embarrassing again but I guess I have to talk about it."

"I gathered as much. You waited till you mother wasn't here."

"You know that scene where Kenny sees Janice through the window?"

"Yes, I sure do. I think it's pretty cute."

"Dad, it's not right at all."

"Oh, no, don't tell me. 'That's not the way it would happen.'"

"Well, it wouldn't."

"Uh, oh, Sarah's room is right opposite yours and she doesn't close the drapes at night. You've been watching Sarah get undressed. Or am I getting too personal. This time it's obvious, I can't pretend I don't know. I won't ask you what you've been doing since you lost that job with Ms. Wollenski."

Pat looked at his father in astonishment. His dad knew more than he suspected but had never let on.

"Uh, I guess you're right. But that's not the whole problem."

"All right, out with it. I promise you I won't be shocked, although you mother might be. Somehow I doubt she would either."

"Well, Sarah knows I watch. Uh, I let her see me too. If we make it too real she'll recognize the situation."

"Ah, the plot thickens. Do you want to tell me everything?"

"It'll be embarrassing but I guess I better. Maybe you'll know how to handle it."

Pat told his father most of the story. He left out the part about lapping Sarah's cunt and her sucking his cock. He wanted to leave out the fact that he jerked off and she finger fucked herself but he didn't. He blushed and stammered when he got to that part of it but made himself go through with it.

"So, since then, every night at nine o'clock we get undressed with our shades up. Then I, uh, oh, hell, I play with myself until she sees the stuff come out and she pushes her finger in and out between her legs until her hips jerk. Oooo! Am I glad that's over!"

"Pat, don't you think I know you masturbate?"

"Uh, I guess so, I just never thought about your knowing."

"Don't you think I had glasses when I was your age and peeked through windows?"

"Gee, I never thought about it. Did you?"

"You're damn right. I was just as normal a boy as you are. When I saw some girl in her underwear with those glasses, I jerked off. When I heard my mother and father doing things I jerked off. Just like you, I jerked off for any reason I could find. If there had been a girl in the next house willing to do what Sarah's doing, I would have done the same thing you do. The only problem we have is to make it natural and a little less than it actually is."

"Dad, you jerked off when you heard your parents do things too?"

"Sure, your mother and I never tried to keep quiet when we're having sex. If you didn't know what was going on, no harm was done. If you did and were listening we figured you could use your imagination and have a good time."

Pat sat and stared at his father in astonishment then he jumped up, ran over, and hugged his father.

"I love you. Uh, does mom know I listen too?"

"Of course. She's not naive. I think she knows what goes on between you and Sue too."

Pat blushed at this additional information his father was privy too.

"Uh, Dad, what else do you know?"

This time Sean hugged Pat.

"Nothing for sure, except I saw Sue leaving your bedroom that Saturday night. It didn't take much imagination to guess what had been going on. She said you'd told her to 'Put up or shut up.' However, I can make a lot of good guesses."

"You have done more with Sarah than you told me about. You're not doing anything with Ms. Wollenski but I suspect you're doing something with Shirley and Ms. Wollenski knows about it. I usually get your mother out of the way for a couple of hours when Alice visits you and, interestingly enough, your mother never has any objections. If you have anything else going, I don't know about it. What's more I don't know how you manage everything you have going already. I couldn't have when I was your age."

Pat looked at his father in awe.

"You know everything!"

"Not everything, Pat, those are deductions not the results of spying. I'm a writer, I make my living by being observant. I think enough of you to observe you pretty closely. Now, back to our problem. Do you think you could go before the camera for a silhouette shot of you in the nude?"

"Well, I guess so, if they cleared the set."

"That sort of shot is always done on a clear set, but you know that there are still some people present. At any rate suppose we change the scene like this. You come into your bedroom. You start to undress, realize the light's on and turn it off before you finish undressing."

"A light from an unknown source comes in the bedroom window. You go to the window, your back is to the camera. You stand there for a minute or so then put you hands in front of you and your hips move back and forth. The light goes out and you jump in your bed and the springs squeak. Do you think you could manage it that way. It's a lot better than the current script."

"I guess so. It's no worse that what I did last time. At least this isn't as serious as that was. I guess its even funny. Uh, why do I think it's funny, Dad?"

"Pat, I love you for seeing the humor of it at your age. It is humorous because it's so natural. Most men, even adults, would do the same thing but they'd be embarrassed if anyone knew it. Few men would admit they masturbated when they spied a nude girl in a window. That's the surest formula for humor. It'll bring the house down."

Sean and Pat had two weeks to work over the script before school was over. They collaborated and did some more scene doctoring but Pat became less and less satisfied as they got past the changes that were obvious to him. They were all glad when school let out.

They arrived at the resort on a Saturday and Dick said that they should just relax, study the rewritten script, and get reacquainted. They would start work on Monday morning. They would use the procedure Sue and Pat had used on their first meeting. They would study a scene, do a read through, block it, then go through the scene using their own words and actions. They would video tape the scene, critique it and rewrite the script to match.