"Awright Evan move the light over this way" Jen said moving the camera around.
" How's this?" I asked kind of bored.
"Perfect" Jen said still pointing the camera in the direction of the marsh grass.
"Cool." I muttered lighting a Paul Mall. "You think it's deep enough?" I pointed at the muddy ground in front of her.
"Let's throw some leaves over it and make it less aware. You know, The damsel comes through the cattails looks back thinking she's gotten away. Continuing forward unaware that under the leaf covered path is her doom."
"Bravo, miss melodramatic. Are we going to shoot this before lunch?" I take a deep drag off my smoke as I toss the leaves over the mud. I watch Jen pace around talking to herself. She gets this way a lot when she's filming. But this film is a departure from what she usually shoots for her film class. She always shot more standard everyday crap like us... her friends. She said she had an idea she needed my help on so. I said o. k.. what is it? Girls in distress she said smiling devilishly. Oh... kay.
"Let's get this while the light is good. Sara? Sara are you ready?" Jen asked in the direction of our make shift dressing room. A blanket hanging between the pickup and a tree.
"Yep, ready." Sara said walking around the curtain pushing her boobs into place. Sara was wearing a frilly country dress. Baby blue flowers and tiny red berries weaving a design around her curvaceous figure. It was tight too. Coming half-way down her thick cheerleader thighs. Hugging her thin waist and pushing her breasts deliciously together. Throwing her hands to her pouty red lips she yelled. "Help! Oh I'm sinking. Ooooh, helpme..."Sara giggled and did a spin for us.
