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roundabouts.
    Tracking him was easy–especially for an experienced player like Taylor, who’d been knocking around Hollywood for several years, snagging small roles in theatrical movies and starring in a couple of failed sit-coms.
    Taylor was an ex-cheerleader who’d come to Hollywood after winning a beauty pageant. Once there, she’d managed to fuck her way to the middle.
    Larry was an extraordinarily talented, rather plain man who’d never explored his sexual potential.
    Taylor had helped him make the trip.
    Now it was his turn to help her.
    She had a script that was almost right, and so it should be: she’d been working on it for long enough, hiring and firing a succession of writers. When the script was exactly the way she wanted it, she planned on directing and playing the lead role of a strong woman. So far three studios had passed, and finally she’d been forced to ask Larry to come to her aid. With his kind of clout they both knew he could get anything done.
    Pending script approval, he’d set up a deal for her at Orpheus Studios. God knows what he’d promised them to make the deal. She didn’t know and she didn’t care. It was her turn to shine. Her turn to get the recognition. She’d given up her acting career for Larry, and now it was time to get it back on track.
    She stood outside the restaurant waiting for the valet to bring her car–a metallic blue Jaguar that Larry had given her on her last birthday.
    In her mind she was just as talented as her famous husband, and it was about time the world realized it.

Chapter Three
    ‘W e gotta plan your bachelor party,’ Brian Richter remarked, as he finished rolling a joint. ‘Or rather I do. All you gotta do is gimme a night, and leave everything else to me.’
    ‘No party,’ Evan Richter answered stubbornly. They were sitting around a long table covered with scribbled-on script pages in a hotel room in Arizona, where they were on location for their current movie, Space Blond .
    ‘Why not?’ Brian said, lighting up the rolled joint.
    ‘I’ve been a bachelor forever,’ Evan said, annoyed that he had to explain. ‘Did enough partying to last a lifetime, so what’ve I got to prove?’
    ‘You gotta be shittin’ me?’ Brian said, with a disgusted look. ‘Bachelor parties are the only sane reason for getting married. If you’re gonna lock yourself up in pussy prison, you may as well fuck your balls off before your old lady cuts ’em off.’
    ‘You’re sick,’ Evan muttered.
    ‘No. I ’m normal,’ Brian retorted, dragging deeply on his joint. ‘ You ’re the fucked-up member of the family.’
    ‘It’s a tragedy we weren’t separated at birth,’ Evan muttered, wishing it were so.
    ‘That would’ve suited me just fine,’ Brian retorted. ‘And I’m sure Mom wouldn’t’ve minded.’
    The Richter brothers. Fraternal twins. Totally unalike physically. Evan, quirky and nice-looking, but no hunk with his spiky brown hair and lanky frame. Whereas Brian was all piercing blue eyes, beach-blond shaggy hair and a hard body. In spite of Brian’s bad-boy habits–which included gambling, drinking too much, drugging a lot, and indiscriminately sleeping with a variety of nubile females–he was in excellent shape.
    The Richter brothers. Hot properties in Hollywood. Hot and unpredictable. Some thought Evan was the one with all the talent because he appeared to be more serious than Brian. But Brian was the one with the best ideas. And Brian was the one who came up with the main story line and wrote most of the scripts. While Evan kept it all together, handled the financial aspects, could unfailingly close any deal, and made sure their movies came in on time and usually under budget.
    The Richter brothers were always arguing. It amazed everyone who came in contact with them how they were able to maintain such a successful working relationship. Bicker, bicker, bicker. Day and night they went at it.
    Often they threatened to dissolve their