You add just a bit more content before it finishes.

The original released film, even updated with your new vision for what is acceptable in movies and on TV, only includes one additional scene, where Billy Bob ate out Halle Berry.

Obviously it is your younger character and not Billy Bob, but you decide to add a bit more sex, and you need to tie up some loose ends.

Your next scene is Sonny waking up in a strange bed, with the beautiful young Halle. He closes his eyes and you show quick glimpses of their continued night of bonding and lovemaking in his memory.

Quick scenes, each no more than thirty seconds quickly recap the night before, and it was much of the same as earlier. Passion, hunger, a need that both of them had, and they threw themselves at each other.

This isn’t like normal porn. While you do show penetration, this is lovemaking. Something neither of these two has done much of.

They drink from each other, they love one another. When you briefly show Halle suck his dick, it is tasteful. When they fuck it is romantic.

When he cums, it is inside of her, and you show Halle crying tears of joy as you show drops of his cum leaving her body.

You show your younger self now fully awake in Halle’s bed, neither of them covered by sheets or clothing. Halle is laying over him, in a warm embrace.

You have him take a long breath, and hold her tightly, and the camera loiters, taking in a long and slow shot of her beautiful naked ass, lying above him.

This is a long visual, her body looks amazing. A big and round ass for her athletic young frame. It is devoid of fat, and her dark skin contrasts against your own lighter completion. Her waist is thin, her skin tone is beautiful and dark, her breasts are full and firm, and her face is angelic in beauty.

You show Halle finally wake up in his arms, and they kiss warmly, and both smile.

Without dialogue the two of them make breakfast and coffee, and enjoy a peaceful and happy morning. Both finding a brief release from their recent pain.

Halle is broken out of this bliss by another text from her pimp, much less polite this time. You show her countenance fall, and a tear run down her cheek. He doesn’t miss this, and she doesn’t fight him as he comforts her and looks at her phone.

“You stood me up whore, bring my money and bring those dick sucking lips tonight, you are going to swallow my cum for standing me up.”

“And don’t fucking stand me up again bitch, if you are going to sell that fat black ass on my streets, I will get fucking paid, and my dick is going to get sucked.”

Your younger character’s face turns red in anger, and Halle nearly collapses. Just like that she is going to lose everything else, even the good man she just met.

You see Halle look for words she cannot find, stammering, he knows.

She looks in wide eyed horror at Sonny, and sees the fury on his face, he knows she is a prostitute, a paid whore. He can never understand, he will never understand.

“I can explain,” she says, wide eyed. “I was trying to save my house, there wasn’t another way…I sold my body…I was trying to save my grandma’s place, our family home…”

He looks at Halle and his face softens, he kisses her on the forehead, then he pulls her into a warm and romantic embrace.

“It will be ok, we can handle this, whatever this is. And I don’t care about yesterday, I care about today, and tomorrow.”

“We can’t call the cops, I would go to jail...I -am a whore, I sucked dick, I swallowed cum for money.” Halle whispers quietly, still not meeting his gaze. “I will never work again with a prostitution rap on my record.”

She slumps into a chair in the kitchen, the pain again overtaking her, “I’m sorry Sonny, I didn’t know what else to do! I quit my job because my boss was making me fuck for it, the man who was watching my son was fucking me…everyone was fucking me.”

“I didn’t have anything else to do for money! I wasn’t going to do it again now, not after you...after us…after this…”

He kneels in front of her and holds her, “it is ok, that was in the past Leticia,” she looks at him and they stare into each other’s eyes for a moment. “You have nothing to be sorry for, nothing. You did the best you could, that is all any of us can do.”

“And fuck this guy, we won’t call the cops, and he won’t hurt you anymore. I promise you that.”

“And you don’t have to do that for a living if you don’t want to, not ever again,” his face has a hard strain on it. “We have all done things we regret.”

Halle is at a loss for words, her mind racing, she still doesn’t know your character well, the world has been unkind to her, any compassion feels new.

He hugs her warmly, then leans back and looks her in the eyes, “it will be ok, we will figure it out. How much money do you owe him?”

Later that night, Halle and her new lover meet her pimp at the bar, Victoria Silvstedt is nearby, as she always seems to be with him.

The pimp’s face brightens when he sees Halle, she is truly beautiful, even when she is down this low. Especially when she is down this low, women at rock bottom Will do just about anything.

His face changes the moment he sees Sonny walking beside her. A tall and well built man, and a serious looking man at that.

Working at the prison allowed for some training, and Sonny knows how to look the part of a cop. They walk up to him, and Sonny hands him a wad of cash.

“Here you go pal, this is all you get. Take it and have the best life you can,” your younger self says in a firm tone.

“Excuse me pal?” The pimp says, acting tough. He isn’t a big man, 5’6” or so and on the thin side, getting by on his anger and not his physical power.

“That is my whore you got there, she walks my streets, fucks John’s for money…for me,” the pump smiles and laughs, “she works on my dick as well.”

Your character stands before him, face red with anger, “not anymore asshole. Never again.”

Halle isn’t making eye contact with her pimp, and he stares at her. “You are the new guy are you? OK, these young whores like her are a fucking dime a dozen, I have more.”

“You already know how well she sucks dick then, don’t you? Yeah, I bet you do, don’t worry man, men love her. At least at they love dropping cash to fuck her, just keep her off my turf.”

The pimp snatches the wad of cash, and he and Victoria Silvstedt walk out of the bar. Halle finally takes a breath, she had been terrified.

Sonny gives her another kiss on the forehead, “You hungry? I could use some dinner.” He is smiling, unbothered.

She smiles, just a little, and the two of them walk out and get into his truck. Halle is relieved, working for that man, doing what she did for men, had been a big mistake. One she would it forget, and could not repeat.

That night you show the two of them in Sonny’s bed, making out, and you see him take off her bra, and lean down and lovingly kiss and suck on her breasts. He then kisses his way down her stomach, taking off her panties, and then spreads her legs and begins to gently eat her pussy.

Halle moans in pleasure, squeezing her breasts as she gyrates in pleasure. This scene lasts a few minutes, and he spends almost all of it with his tongue deep inside of Halle Berry.

When he is finished he rises back up to her, and they kiss deeply and then hold each other as they fall asleep.

The next morning his grandfather makes a racist joke to Halle, about how he used to fuck black women when he was in his prime, and repeats the line Hank said to her as he left, but in an even angrier and more racist tone.

“You nigger bitches have always been the best whores, it is what you are meant to do. It is the best living you can make.”

“If you need a little extra money let me know...I haven’t had my dick sucked in a while.”

Halle is close to crying as he finishes, and Sonny walks in as he says it, and is speechless at the comment.

The next day you see Sonny move his grandfather into a retirement home, with his military and law enforcement pensions paying the bills.

Then you show them moving Halle out of her grandmother’s home, selling what they can out of it, but leaving just as it is being foreclosed on. They don’t take much when they leave, just her clothing and some family memories. It wasn’t a well off household.

She moved in with him, and you show they continue to sell off or get rid of many of his dad’s and grandfather’s things. The house had been cluttered, now it is much more nearly appointed, but he doesn’t plan on keeping it.

He finally puts his own family home up for sale, this place holding nothing but painful memories for him and Halle. It is time for a fresh start.

As they pack the house up for sale, Halle is looking through his dad’s things, and sees a picture of the three generations of the family, and recognizes Hank, her last customer as a prostitute.

Her skin goes pale, and her mouth is open, she fucked his dad. Then she looked through some pictures in her hands, seeing childhood pictures, before finally opening two white pieces of paper.

What she sees rocks her to her core.

It is her late ex-husband’s artwork, she would know it anywhere. She sees his father Hank’s picture, signed by her husband with his name on it, Col. Growtowski.

She flips to the next page and sees that her husband also sketched a picture of Sonny, signed Cpl. Growtowski, and it was dated the day before he was executed.

She looked at the picture more closely and saw that Hank and his son were not wearing police uniforms, but the uniforms of the prison guards.

She breaks down in tears, now knowing the truth. Did he know who her husband was? What would he do if he knew she fucked his dad for money the night he died? She had read about how Hank died in his car on the way home from a severe heart attack. She knew it was from fucking her in the motel, she had seen how tense he was, how much he was perspiring. How angry he had been.

Had she killed him? Had she fucked him to ****? Was that even possible?

When Sonny finally gets home, Halle is on the porch, despondent. No matter what happens she is meant to lose it all. Even this brief hope of a new life with Sonny wasn’t even possible.

He would never forgive her for maybe fucking his dad to ****, and how could she ever forgive him, he might have been there when her husband was executed.

He looks at her and smiles, “I think we are going to be ok,” handing her the paperwork on the house. It had sold.

The house wasn’t a nice place, but the land it sat on was, being quite a large tract of land. It sold for much more than you would have thought, just looking at the house.

They sell her car the next day, unloading it like many unwelcome bad memories. Much of their furniture is sold, really almost everything in the house. Sonny wanted to start over. His family legacy was one of anger and racism, and one he wanted to leave behind.

They pack a few remaining things in boxes and load them into his truck, before pulling away.

You show them driving in his truck for a long time, covering both night and morning, and finally Halle wakes up on Sonny’s shoulder.

The last scene you add is at a gas station, where Sonny shows Halle Berry around the property.

It is a decent location, and has two bays to work on cars, one with a hydraulic lift. He walks Halle to the back, and there is a modest house on the adjacent property.

“It is all ours, if you want it,” he says, his arms out wide, as if he is presenting it to her.

“Ours?” She asks, “why would it be ours?”

He gives her a smothering hug and a kiss, “what is mine is yours Leticia.”

“From here on out, anything I have. Anything I ever have. This can be our home, if you want to try to make one with me.”

Tears fill her eyes, she is conditioned not to allow hope, but she has some.

“I bought it for you Leticia, for us, I love you, and I want to start over with you. A brand new life. Just you and me, and whatever comes we face it together.”

Halle smiles wide and then gives him a deep French kiss. “Yes,” she says happily. “Fuck yes!” She says more loudly.

Now you show them in the small house, which had been opened for them to look at it, still partially furnished, fucking each other desperately.

You show them going at it, and close the movie with twelve minutes of them fucking. Twelve beautiful minutes of Halle Berry’s body again being on display.

It isn’t furnished, so they are on the carpet in the living room, going at it desperately.

You fade to back and roll the credits as the lovers kiss when they are finished. You see a genuine smile on Halle’s face, and you pan down to show they are holding hands as they kiss.

You close on that, their intertwined fingers, her dark completion, his light completion. A beautiful image of their hope for a better future.