Greg directs the scene

"Abbie, when Isaac and Kim touch for the first time, who do you think takes control?"

Abbie thought for a moment. She wanted to separate what she wanted to do from what she thought the characters might want to do. "I think Kim takes control. She's older. Isaac is too nervous. If Kim doesn't act, Isaac probably won't either."

Greg nodded. "I agree. You have a good sense of this character and of the story. You're very intuitive."

Abbie smiled. "Does this feel more authentic than before?"

"I think so. Do you want to keep exploring?"

"Yes, I think I would. I think it would help me understand more of the character."

Abbie stepped back from Greg, and looked at him expectantly.

Greg chuckled. It was a little unclear to him what Abbie thought was going to happen next. She was being very sexually aggressive with him, and she said she thought Kim would be in control of the scene. At the same time, she had a vibe about her of wanting to be told what to do, and with Greg in a position of authority as director, that was the dynamic between them. Then got an idea.

"Abbie, would you like me to coach you on the ways Kim behaves toward Isaac?"

Abbie breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, that is exactly what I'd like you to do. Thank you."

Greg took a good look at her. "I think the first thing she does is let him know that she wants him to see her for who she is. Vulnerability is key. What do you think would be **** for Kim?"

Abbie took a moment to think. "I think Kim would feel **** if Isaac watched her undress."

Greg nodded. "Abbie, would you please unbutton your shirt?"

"Yes, I will." Abbie reached up to her shirt. The top button was already open, which was normal. She undid the second button, and then the third. Her yellow bra came into view as the material of her shirt opened.

"Do you feel more **** this way, Abbie?"

"I do. Is this as far as she goes?"

Greg paused. "Let's find out. Abbie, would you take off your shirt?"

Abbie felt blood rushing to her cheeks. She looked straight into Greg's eyes, and pulled the tails of her shirt out of her skirt. She slowly undid the last few buttons, and let the shirt hang open, never taking her eyes off Greg.

"This feels more ****." She shrugged her shoulders, which opened the shirt more. One more shrug, and one side of it fell to her elbow. She walked toward Greg. "Does it read more **** to you?"

Greg nodded. "I asked before if it was okay for me, as Isaac, to touch you. Is that still so?"

"Yes, you may still touch me."

Greg reached out and stroked Abbie's right arm, and then put his hand on her waist, inside the shirt. He moved his hand up, taking in the cup of her bra, and then held her breast in his hand. He touched her shoulder, her neck, and ran his fingers down the front of her chest. He lifted the strap of her bra, and pulled it off her shoulder.

"Abbie, may I touch your bra strap?"

Abbie giggled. "You did already. But yes."

"Would Isaac feel strong enough to remove Kim's shirt?"

"Yes, I think he would." Greg pushed Abbie's shirt off her shoulders, and then to the floor. He lowered her other bra strap. Abbie spoke, "I think Isaac would probably kiss Kim as he took her clothes off."

Greg smiled. "You're right, Abbie." He kissed her shoulders, her chest, and her neck. He moved up to her face, which he cradled in his hands, and kissed her softly on the lips. "Like that?"

"Yes, like that."