Fourth read-through with Jared

Katie broke the moment. "I seriously have no idea! I was just so lost in it!"

Jared looked at his pages. "You have the next line. 'I want you to remember this, Kyle. I want you to remember this.' I don't know what you mean by that."

"Me neither. Let's do it again, and explore more." Katie looked at herself in the mirror. "I still think this is the wrong shirt. Can I change again?" Before anyone answered, she had pulled the linen shirt off. "And honestly, this bra is wrong too. If you don't like boobs, look away." She unclasped her bra, and threw it on the bed.

Neither man looked away, of course. Katie watched them watching her. She coyly turned her back to them so they couldn't quite see her breasts, but as she moved her body through the room, she didn't make that much effort to stay hidden. She rummaged again through her drawers and found white halter top, cropped short on the bottom, and with thin string straps on the top. The shirt also had two buttons at the top, which were closed. "This is it." As she pulled it over her head, her torso stretched out, and both men had a clear view of the sides of her breasts.

"This feels more right."

Greg swallowed. "Let's go from the top again."

Katie stopped Jared before he began. "I want to open the scene kind of angry. I don't know what just happened, but I'm trying to kick you out, maybe. That's why you want to stay and talk."

Jared nodded. Katie stomped around the room a little, shook her arms, shook her head and hair, and let out a great exhalation. In all her movement, one of the straps of her shirt fell off her shoulder.

Katie groaned at Jared, setting the scene. Jared spoke. "Laura. Laura, it's time we talked. Don't you --"

"What do we have to talk about?" she shouted. "Haven't we said all there is to say?" She ran to him and hit him on the chest.

He snapped back, ferociously. "You don't know what's in my mind, Laura."

"But I --"

"You don't know why I came back to Missouri." Jared pushed her back, retaliating.

"No, but --" She stayed strong, didn't give up.

"You don't know what I've been through ..." He made as if he might hit her, but then turned. "... and what could make this whole house, this whole place ... complete again." He sat on the edge of Katie's bed.

Katie took a deep breath, gaining composure. "Kyle. I haven't seen you since we were teenagers." She glanced around the room, as if perhaps this was where she had last seen him. She looked back at him. She ran her fingers through her hair, and sighed. Her hands drifted back down her face, and then onto her own chest, and across her breasts, caressing her own body. "I've grown up so much since then."

Jared looked up from the bed. "But I've thought about you, Laura."

"You've thought about me?" She spoke slowly and deliberately, continuing to touch her breasts through her halter. "What have you thought about me?"

"I've thought about your eyes."

"My ... eyes?" She squeezed her right breast with her left hand and took a step toward Jared.

"I've thought about your voice."

She straddled his lap, and as she settled down onto him, her other strap fell, loosening the top of the halter.

"My ... voice?" Her breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall, and it seemed with each breath, the halter got looser. Her cleavage was plainly visible, and the halter was at risk of dropping off her breasts entirely.

"I've thought about the last time I heard you say goodbye to me."

Katie was seated firmly on Jared's lap, facing him. She gazed at him for a moment longer, and then planted a firm kiss on his lips. Jared was surprised, but tried to remain in character. He kissed her back, and moved his hands forward to touch her breasts through her shirt. She wrapped her arms around him, and they made out passionately. Jared lost his balance a bit, and fell back onto the bed. Katie caught herself by propping herself up on her knees, still straddling Jared's body.

"I want you to remember this, Kyle." She gracefully reached down to the edges of the halter, and pulled it off over her head. She knelt there atop him, her breasts completely exposed. "I want you to remember ... this." She took his hands, and placed them slowly onto her breasts. She placed her own hands on his shoulders, and leaned over him as he fondled her boobs. "And I want you to remember ... this." She leaned down to him, and slowly kissed him. First it was just lips, but Katie began to use her tongue, and Jared responded in kind.

The two rolled over on the bed, now with Katie on her back, and Jared above her. He took a moment to look at her, and she grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him down on her. They made out, Jared occasionally sliding a hand between them to caress her breasts. She wrapped her legs around his. Their kisses got longer, wetter, and both of them were using their hands more and more on each others legs, chests, asses.

In between kisses, Katie turned to Greg. "Well?"