Get cleaned up

"Alright, let's get started then," says Mr. Goreman, looking you over. "Why don't you get cleaned up and fix your makeup a little bit. You look gorgeous, doll, but we don't want to start out messy if we're gonna get messy."

Mr. Goreman has a tiny shower stall adjoining his room in the nursing home. You take a quick shower and come out feeling fresh and clean. You wrap your head and hair in soft white towels. You weren't actually wearing any makeup, but you find a tube of old scarlet-colored lipstick in the bathroom and you put this on your lips turning them vividly red. When you emerge from the bathroom, Mr. Goreman is sitting on the bed looking at the camera his son gave him.

"I think I've got it working," he says. "But before we go film our first scene with one of my friends we should probably do a test run. You know, just to make sure I got this darn gadget figure out."

You step over to him, your arms and legs still jeweled with water from the shower. He looks up at you from the bed and smiles. You put your arms on his shoulders and stand between his knees.

"What do you want to film for a test?" you ask.

Mr. Goreman reaches up to open the flap of your towel, but you smack his hand away and playfully smile.

"Not yet, what sort of scene?"

"Hmmmmmm," Mr. Goreman strokes his chin with a liver-spotted hand. "I think we should film a..."