"What's The Script Anyway ?"

"So, is it OK if you pick us up at ten tomorrow morning ?" asked Kieron eagerly as he picked up the mail from Debbi's office on Friday afternoon. "Er, yeah, OK, I guess. I said I'd help. Who's us ?" she wondered. "Me and Trudy" Kieron replied. "She's the writer / director and I'm the cinematographer" he announced proudly. "Oh, that all sounds very grand" mused Debbi. "But OK, yeah, fine. I know where you live now" she confirmed.

"What was that all about ?" said a curious Carol, poking her head round the office door. "Kieron went off looking like a dog with two tails !"

"Oh nothing. I just said I'd help him apply for a media studies course" replied Debbi, **** to go into any detail. "But what's that got to do with you picking him up tomorrow ?" persisted Carol. "He said he needed someone to act in an audition tape for the course" answered Debbi. "And you agreed ?" laughed Carol. "Well, I'd kind of backed myself into a corner. I'd been going on at him about how he was wasting his life here as a post boy and should get off his ass and do something. So after all that, I couldn't really turn around and refuse to help when he came up with that something" Debbi admitted.

"Wow, no wonder he's so chirpy. Getting to spend all day Saturday with his dream girl." Carol laughed again. "What's the script anyway ?"

"Don't know, I didn't ask. Just said I wasn't taking any clothes off."

Carol shrieked. "Why did you say that ?"

"Dunno. It just kind of popped out" said Debbi sheepishly.

Saturday dawned a beautiful late spring day. Debbi had no idea what to wear but selected a loose flowing summer dress that didn't show too much cleavage but fell modestly to just below her knee. Debbi never wore a bra except at work and when visiting her mother but she decided to put one on under the dress today. She didn't want to give Kieron the wrong idea.

The post boy was waiting for her, along with a slightly overweight but pleasant looking Goth in a black Metallica t-shirt and combat pants. That must be Trudy, Debbi surmised. "Where to then ?" she asked, as Kieron got in alongside her and Trudy clambered in the back with the equipment that the college had loaned to them. "There's a woodland park about fifteen miles away. Head towards Basingstoke and I'll direct you" answered Trudy from the back.

They arrived soon enough at the entrance to a wooded area at the end of a country lane. Debbi parked up beside a gate with a notice saying PRIVATE PROPERTY. STRICTLY NO ADMITTANCE. Debbi pointed out the sign dubiously as they got out of the car. "Oh that. That's no problem. I researched this place on the net. The sign's historic and there's now a new rambler's right of way" Trudy asserted confidently. "That dress is just perfect, really suits you" the girl continued. "Oh, er, great, thanks" said Debbi, instinctively doing a little twirl. "But it looks like you're wearing a bra" Trudy noticed. "Can you take it off ? It'll look all wrong when you're running and you take the dress off !"

"Excuse me ? When I what ?" gasped a shocked Debbi !