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and flown to the Denver Trauma Center.”
Jen
promptly sat up in her bed saying, “Oh my God!”
One
Year Earlier
Joanna
Jennings had gotten her start in films as a young teenager. Her
perfectly shaped legs and butt had gotten her those initial roles. As
the years passed, her acting skills became unmatched and she had
become one of the most adored actresses in the world. The cable TV
channels always had on one of her movies, occasionally airing several
at a time. The aisles at the grocery store check-out counters had
been adorned with tabloid articles about her every week for years.
With her royalties and investments, her net worth was in the hundreds
of millions of dollars and the paparazzi fought one another for any
chance of a photo opportunity.
Today was
her fortieth birthday and they had gathered on the front lawn of her
Beverly Hills estate, awaiting her return from a recent filming in
Europe. Someone had wheeled in a large sign that said “Lordy
Lordy, Joanna is Forty!”
Joanna had
had a daughter out-of-wedlock when in her early-twenties and had
never married. While none of her films had ever been x-rated, she did
like to flaunt what she had, and her newest film had included a
backside nude scene as well as a rape incident. The reporters were
eager to ask her about it as a limo entered the estate, carrying both
her and her daughter Jessica who preferred to be called Jessie.
Included in
the camera-carrying crowd was a man who went only by the name Lionel.
He was tall and gangly, wore thick-rimmed glasses, and when
dressed-up he sported a bow-tie. Lionel was not a photographer.
Everyone
began shouting and snapping photos as the sleek, black sedan rolled
to a stop.
“Joanna,
how was your trip?” someone yelled as she stepped out of the
car, followed by young Jessie.
“How
did it feel being naked in front of the camera?” shouted
another.
“How
many times did they retake the rape scene?” shouted out Lionel,
trying to blend in with the others.
“Sorry,
guys. I'm too tired to do interviews,” she said as she hustled
her teenager into the house. Joanna preferred to keep the kid's press
exposure to a minimum.
During the
chaos and confusion, Lionel worked his away around to the back and
hid in some bushes while the others departed, hoping for a chance to
get inside later. There was only one security guard patrolling the
premises.
As the
mother and daughter unpacked, Joanna called out to Jessie, “Honey,
I've just made dinner reservations at the country club. Get cleaned
up and wear something nice for a change!”
“Yeah,
yeah, whatever.”
The house
was stuffy from sitting empty and unused for over a month, so Joanna
turned on some ceiling fans and opened up a few windows as well as
the sliding glass door to get some some fresh ventilation.
Jessie did
enjoy lounging in a toasty bubble-bath, and began filling the tub in
her bathroom with steaming hot water as she gathered up some clothes
to wear that she knew her mom would not like.
Lionel, who
had once been arrested for stalking and had spent time in various
mental institutions, slipped in unnoticed. He had been a fan ever
since Joanna appeared in her first film, and in his half-crazed
mind's eye, she was still the same young teen. As he tip-toed along
the bedroom area hallway, he eagerly anticipated what was about to
come. He paused outside the bathroom, distracted by the loud music
and singing, placing his face gently against the closed door, taking
in all the various scents. With his left hand he ever so gently
turned the doorknob, with his right hand he drew his long-bladed
knife.
Young
Jessie was resting her eyes as she enjoyed her music and a relaxing
soak, buried in the warming bubbles. Suddenly she felt her head being
jerked back as Lionel grabbed a handful of her hair and put the tip
of his blade at her throat.
“Keep
quiet and do as I say if you want to live!” he said in a hushed
voice.
She nodded
that she understood as he taped
Jen
promptly sat up in her bed saying, “Oh my God!”
One
Year Earlier
Joanna
Jennings had gotten her start in films as a young teenager. Her
perfectly shaped legs and butt had gotten her those initial roles. As
the years passed, her acting skills became unmatched and she had
become one of the most adored actresses in the world. The cable TV
channels always had on one of her movies, occasionally airing several
at a time. The aisles at the grocery store check-out counters had
been adorned with tabloid articles about her every week for years.
With her royalties and investments, her net worth was in the hundreds
of millions of dollars and the paparazzi fought one another for any
chance of a photo opportunity.
Today was
her fortieth birthday and they had gathered on the front lawn of her
Beverly Hills estate, awaiting her return from a recent filming in
Europe. Someone had wheeled in a large sign that said “Lordy
Lordy, Joanna is Forty!”
Joanna had
had a daughter out-of-wedlock when in her early-twenties and had
never married. While none of her films had ever been x-rated, she did
like to flaunt what she had, and her newest film had included a
backside nude scene as well as a rape incident. The reporters were
eager to ask her about it as a limo entered the estate, carrying both
her and her daughter Jessica who preferred to be called Jessie.
Included in
the camera-carrying crowd was a man who went only by the name Lionel.
He was tall and gangly, wore thick-rimmed glasses, and when
dressed-up he sported a bow-tie. Lionel was not a photographer.
Everyone
began shouting and snapping photos as the sleek, black sedan rolled
to a stop.
“Joanna,
how was your trip?” someone yelled as she stepped out of the
car, followed by young Jessie.
“How
did it feel being naked in front of the camera?” shouted
another.
“How
many times did they retake the rape scene?” shouted out Lionel,
trying to blend in with the others.
“Sorry,
guys. I'm too tired to do interviews,” she said as she hustled
her teenager into the house. Joanna preferred to keep the kid's press
exposure to a minimum.
During the
chaos and confusion, Lionel worked his away around to the back and
hid in some bushes while the others departed, hoping for a chance to
get inside later. There was only one security guard patrolling the
premises.
As the
mother and daughter unpacked, Joanna called out to Jessie, “Honey,
I've just made dinner reservations at the country club. Get cleaned
up and wear something nice for a change!”
“Yeah,
yeah, whatever.”
The house
was stuffy from sitting empty and unused for over a month, so Joanna
turned on some ceiling fans and opened up a few windows as well as
the sliding glass door to get some some fresh ventilation.
Jessie did
enjoy lounging in a toasty bubble-bath, and began filling the tub in
her bathroom with steaming hot water as she gathered up some clothes
to wear that she knew her mom would not like.
Lionel, who
had once been arrested for stalking and had spent time in various
mental institutions, slipped in unnoticed. He had been a fan ever
since Joanna appeared in her first film, and in his half-crazed
mind's eye, she was still the same young teen. As he tip-toed along
the bedroom area hallway, he eagerly anticipated what was about to
come. He paused outside the bathroom, distracted by the loud music
and singing, placing his face gently against the closed door, taking
in all the various scents. With his left hand he ever so gently
turned the doorknob, with his right hand he drew his long-bladed
knife.
Young
Jessie was resting her eyes as she enjoyed her music and a relaxing
soak, buried in the warming bubbles. Suddenly she felt her head being
jerked back as Lionel grabbed a handful of her hair and put the tip
of his blade at her throat.
“Keep
quiet and do as I say if you want to live!” he said in a hushed
voice.
She nodded
that she understood as he taped
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