Joe Gillis was desperate for work. He could hardly pay rent and nearly got his car taken away this morning...

So when he ended up meeting you, hiding in your driveway trying to avoid his car payments...an old Hollywood silent film star...he was ecstatic about you needing help writing a script! Even if you were rather...opinionated and stubborn about your story and vision.

He didn't mind having to work really hard to compromise with you...You were letting him stay in your mansion, feeding him...letting him use your pool and ballroom and cooing over him at every opportunity.

He liked it all...The tennis courts and bowling alley and new type writers and designer suits. He started looking brighter...His baby blue eyes vibrant, skin clear and freshly shaven, hair glossy and thick, dimples deep...

He never thought he'd want to be a gigolo...But he was really becoming more of your kept man than your writer these days. Especially while your scripts were being sent off to be approved and you two were just hanging out...

But more than all the presents and pools and food...He really was starting to feel a fondness for you. Your kitten like eyes, graceful movements, gleaming hair...Your sensitivity of a poet, your passion of an actress, your singer's voice and dancer's control...You were old Hollywood elegance immortalized...At first he found you odd, eccentric, pitable...But now fully submerged in your world...He was willing to wear your pretty rose colored glasses and see you as nothing but a star...Not the fading man woman you were...

You comforted him greatly. And after another long day of playing around the pool, dinner, shopping and a nice drive to your delight you find Joe not in his bed in the fancy guest room but on your swan bed in your room surrounded by little stuffed animals and your old movie posters and feathers and lace and perfume and rosettes...The writer is in a pair of black silk pajamas embroidered with his name on them from Paris and has just had a warm bubble bath...And he appears to have wandered over to your fancy bed to cuddle your pillows and soft toys and simply inhale your scent...The profound way even a trace of you comforts and relaxes him is sweet...

He sees you and sits up blushing. "Oh...Uh sorry...I though you were downstairs..." He says awkwardly, his cheeks glowing pink.