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.”CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTThursday, December 2, 20048:02 a.m.Cam was at the kitchen table, and Grant was working at the sink.“Sugar Babe, come here,” Grant said suddenly, looking out of the window.Coming up behind Grant, Cam saw what Grant had seen.The occupant of the red Camry, a balding portly man, had stepped outside of his vehicle.He was taking pictures of their house, a telephoto lens on his camera.A red line had been crossed.Cam saw anger on Grant’s handsome face.Cartoon spirals virtually circled his eyes.Looney Tunes steam fairly blew out of his ears.“Enough is enough!” Grant exclaimed loudly, slamming the sponge into the sink, and storming to the front door.“Don’t do anything foolish!” Cam pleaded, following after him.As Grant stalked outside, Cam warned him, “Don’t lose your cool!”But Cam’s warning either came too late, or was ignored.He watched as Grant, eyes blazing, approached the paparazzo.“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.“Just trying to earn a buck!” the man answered.“Not everyone can collect a fat paycheck for just sashaying back and forth in front of a TV camera.”Right behind Grant, Cam cautioned in a whisper, “Calm down.Please.”The paparazzo saw his opportunity for a rich payday.“At last, the two of you, together.That’s the money shot, boys!” he exclaimed, quickly snapping a picture.Before the photographer could get his camera out of harm’s way, Grant had grabbed it and smashed it to the ground.Cam couldn’t believe what his SM&S had done.He had never seen this side of Grant.It scared him.“You’re going to regret that!” the paparazzo cried, rushing into the safety of his vehicle.“I’ll make you regret it, faggot!”Cam restrained Grant’s arm, preventing him from opening the car door and pummeling the terrified paparazzo.“Let go!” Grant demanded, doing his best to shake himself free of Cam’s restraining grip.But Cam held steady.“I’ll lay this scum to whale shit!” Grant threatened.The paparazzo managed to shut the door, and a moment later, the Camry’s engine roared to life, and the car raced down the street.Then, and only then, did Cam release Grant’s arm.When he gazed at Grant’s angry face, he saw that his eyes were full of tears.§ § §Friday, December 3, 20047:01 a.m.Cam was startled to hear their Babalu doorbell chiming.He wasn’t expecting anyone, and Grant had not mentioned an early morning visitor.Opening the door, Cam saw Lecy on the other side, dressed for work, but pale and anxious.“Have you and Grant seen this?” she asked, unfolding the tabloid tucked under her arm, and holding it up.Cam shook his head.He glanced at the scandal sheet and his jaw dropped.“Come in,” he told her, his voice faltering.Entering, Lecy said, unnecessarily, “We’ve got a problem.”“Have a seat,” Cam said, shaking.“I’ll get him.”A moment later, Cam returned to the living room, Grant right behind him.Lecy was seated on the sofa, worry marring her pretty face.“A messenger awakened me, delivering this,” she told them, finally holding up the tabloid so that Grant could see and read.American ConfidentialOur House Shocker!Grant Jackson’s Porn Past and Gay Porn Star Lover!According to an Insider, Grant Jackson, who stars as Artie Miller on the NBC-TV sitcom Our House, once appeared in gay adult films, and currently shares a West Hollywood Love Nest with Cameron Cody, a legendary star in the gay adult film world.The Insider went on to say that Jackson, twenty-five-years-old, was prominently featured in several gay adult films, produced by Hottie International, including two films in which he co-starred with Cameron Cody.Multiple telephone calls from American Confidential to both NBC-TV and Paramount Television, have gone unreturned.Having read the story, Grant simply collapsed into the fan back chair behind him.“Is it true?” Lecy asked.“I mean, about the films?”“Every last damning word,” Grant answered, his voice a shaky whisper.“What are we going to do?” Lecy asked limply.Grant swallowed hard.“Just for openers, I’d love to wring the neck of that so-called Insider.”Cam’s voice was none too steady or strong as he cautioned Grant, “Now, now, honey.Smashing cameras and wringing necks will only make matters worse.”Grant wrapped his hands around his stomach, cradling it.He rose from the chair.“Excuse me,” he whispered, before fleeing the room.Cam followed him to the kitchen sink, where Grant began retching.Five or so minutes later, when Grant’s retching finally stopped, he was sheet white and weak on his feet.Cam put a supportive arm around his trembling shoulders.“Could I have a wash cloth, please?” Grant whispered.As Cam raced to get it, Grant held onto the kitchen counter for support.When Cam returned with the cloth, Grant wiped his mouth and face, and then he rinsed his mouth with cold water.Lecy had joined them in the kitchen.They all sat down at the kitchen table.There was an uncomfortably long silence.“What are you going to do?” Lecy finally asked timidly.“Well, I’ve got a show to film today,” Grant replied limply
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