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because their whole table went quiet while they craned their necks to stare over at us.
    Archer rolled his eyes and sighed. They could easily see him from their table. There were mystified whispers of “who is that?”, “I don't recognize him” and “looks like a celebrity”, and then one of the younger women at the table exclaimed “that's Archer Stratton!” in a whisper that could probably be heard on the moon. There were loud gasps, and then one of the women noisily scrambled to her feet in what must have been close to a reflexive reaction. That was all that was needed, and before we knew it, our table was surrounded by women. The first one shyly asked for his autograph. The game was up.
    Archer took off his sunglasses, smiled wearily and got ready to sign body parts. People were asking for pens, and the waitress ran over to provide one.
    Everyone was staring at us, probably thinking I was famous too, and trying to place me. It was a strange thing to experience. Strangers were crowding in on us, evaluating us and obviously feeling that they had every right to disrupt our lunch. Well, we were both done eating anyway. But it was surprisingly uncomfortable. Archer signed a couple of arms.
    Then the horde of women parted as Magnus calmly and effectively made his way through them, his enormous bulk unstoppable as he came to get us.
    “Mister Stratton, your car is ready now,” he boomed in a way that was very definitive. He made his way over to Archer, who said “sorry, guys, I gotta go back to the coal mine” so everyone could hear. They all laughed at his joke and parted to let us out.
    As we left, I saw one of the younger women eyeing the spoon Archer had used to eat his soup with. I guess it was soon going to make a nice collectible for her.
    The big, black SUV was right outside the door, and the engine was running. Magnus ushered us inside, the doors thudded shut and it was quiet.
    “Don't worry, Magnus paid the bill,” Archer said.

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    “Y ou look a little shaken,” Archer said as we walked from the car to the sound stage entrance.
    “Mobs of people can have that effect, I guess. I'm so used to it I hardly notice. I just know how to survive until Magnus gets there. This was a very small and nice mob. Sure you're okay?”
    “Yes, pretty much. Never been the focus of attention like that, even with a small group like that. But I can't imagine what would have happened in a large city.”
    “In a large city, I would never be allowed out in public naked.”
    I feel myself staring at him. Most people aren't allowed out naked, it's against the law. Of course, some people should be allowed to be naked all they want. Like Archer Stratton.
    “Naked?”
    “Yes, without a whole pack of armed guards.”
    “Oh, I get it. That's what you call naked?”
    “Sometimes. There's that kind of naked, and then there's the fun kind. Okay, I've still got work to do. What I'm going to do now is look over the script for tomorrow and play with Alfredo a little. I have a scene with him tomorrow, so I guess I'd better warm him up for that. I'm thinking you might want to go home and change into some other clothes, then give me the guided tour of this town. You up for it?”
    “Well, sure. But are you? With all the crowds you attract and everything?”
    “I have a feeling there will be no crowd at that point,” he said airily. “Magnus will drive you home. I'll pick you up later. Wear something nicer than that uniform. Something tighter. Got any jeans? I mean, tight ones? Just suggesting. Lisa wears her yoga pants pretty well. But I think you might outdo her. In that, too,” he added.
    He sent a telling glance toward my hips and boyishly lifted his eyebrows in appreciation. It was very suggestive, and again I felt a little tingle down below. Was there the possibility for something here? Something... really nice?

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    W hen I came back home I took a long shower, razor in hand, doing more upkeep than usual. I wanted to keep every