He was openly flirtatious, he grabbed my ass, he talked about sex to me and in front of me. One morning I went to his dressing room to take his breakfast order; he looked at me and grinned, taking his time. I left, speechless. Then I went to the bathroom and cried. The first several times I told this story, I left out the soft-boiled clitoris. When I finally started including it, my voice sometimes broke. But it got easier. When I spoke to a reporter recently and she told me she would have to track down people from the set to verify my account, I felt queasy.
What would they say? She sure laughed a lot. And yes, I loved the attention from Dustin Hoffman. During my five weeks on set, I detailed my days and mailed dispatches to my sister in London after making copies for myself.
Recently, I reread them for the first time in several years. So I did. You know, every time you touch your foot, it goes to a different part of your body. Right now, Cas is at my right kidney. When Cassandra had gone, he asked me to massage his foot. Elizabeth and I were discussing why he is so nice to us. One reason is because he likes girls. Jenna is in eighth grade. Another is probably because he gets tired of all the kissy-assy people.
Needless to say, I felt quite inadequate throughout the whole thing. January 31, Today, I realized some things about this business that scare me. After Tootsie, I thought I wanted to marry him. Today, when I was walking Dustin to his limo, he felt my ass four times.
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I hit him each time, hard, and told him he was a dirty old man. And I think it sucks if Bob Colesberry expects me to. February 4, Today this business got scarier.
