12 Understanding Your Ability (1/2)
You are now in your car, speeding down a highway. The screenplay sits in the passenger's seat. What happened just a handful of minutes ago is all part of your imagination.
You surely didn't see your mother playing with herself like a wanton slut.
No, because that would be wrong – very wrong.
Hell, she didn't even lock the door. You and your mother aren't the only person in the household!
At least now she will lock the door. The horrifying looks on her face when you grab the screenplay and run out the room will burn itself into her mind.
You eventually slow down and drive like a sane person. You didn't want to get pull over while packing a raging boner. Unfortunately, the world decide you have a free pass for far too long.
Siren blazes behind you. You let out a sigh and turn towards the sideroad. Once you stop your car, you wait for the cop to exit his. He approaches your vehicle slowly. One hand is on his firearm, readying to use.
You become a bit alarmed, but you realize that you're not black. The chance of getting shot and killed over a speeding ticket in this day and age for a black person is high.
Once the cop has a good look at you, he becomes relax. He probably isn't a racist and is just being very careful. He is alone after all.
”Sir, do you know how fast you were traveling?”
”I have no idea, officer,” you reply.
The cop tells you exactly how fast you were speeding and asks you to step out of the vehicle – slowly.
You did as the police officer have asked. A look of bewilderment appears over his face when he notices the stiff tent in your pant.
”Sir, are you on drug?”
”No, I'm just really, really horny, and I need to get somewhere fast,” you answer nonchalantly and left it at that.
The cop gives you a strange look. He is thinking that you are looking for a prostitute. ”It is my duty to inform you that is unlawful.”
You raise an eyebrow at the warning and make nothing of it. After a few tests to see if you are drunk or on drug or both, you net yourself a fine and then, you are on your way.
Once the cop is gone, you have some time to think to yourself. Your ability can arouse a person! Even your calm and collected mother becomes a slut, who couldn't help herself.
Holy shit, must all your abilities have a perverted side?
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”You're no help,” you call out and slams your hands on the steering wheels. You needed to calm down and fast. You need a distraction.
You pick up the screenplay and have another read. The screenplay is very, very good, and you could only imagine how the audiences and critics will react.
Once your mind is clear of all distractions, you think about how to get the funding for your movies. 15 million is a lot of money to you, but not to a lot of people in Hollywood.
As a native of Los Angeles, your family has some connection with Hollywood which you could use to your advantage. Your mother –
You took a moment to clear those images out of your mind.
Your MILF of a mother is very familiar with movie studios and film productions. She has worked with them on numerous occasions. You could use her to get a head – to get ahead of others in the game.
What are you thinking!?
Anyway, when a scriptwriter writes a screenplay that he believes is good, he has two choices to bring his script to the big screen.