Lynn had said no adamantly, but Phil was a hard person to turn down. He had quickly found a way to remind her subtly that her marital happiness depended entirely on his keeping his big mouth shut about their wild life together prior to her marriage, and Lynn realized that in the long run she had very little choice. He had given her five minutes to dress while he smoked quietly in the living room and then bundled her into his car and driven rapidly to the studio.

From the outside, everything seemed dark and deserted, since WRT-TV went off the air at twelve-thirty, but once inside, the young and frightened woman found that the studio was alive with activity. Most of the technicians were men she had gotten to know slightly during the six months she had worked as Phil's secretary. Most of them seemed to be surprised to see her for some reason, and one older man who had always seemed like the grandfather type lewdly pinched her bottom as she walked by him.

"Why's everybody acting so strange?" she questioned her former boss, but the executive was busy and he had neither the time nor the patience to get involved in lengthy explanations.

"Jon!" he called across the studio to a tall, gaunt, sour-faced individual who worked as the studio's make-up man. "Lynn's going to stand in for Millie! Get her squared away, will you? She can share a dressing room with Kelly."

"Is Kelly in the movie?" Lynn inquired with surprise. Kelly Agard was an attractive woman in her early thirties, certainly good looking enough to be a professional actress, but this was the first time that Lynn had heard of Agard's wife actually playing a role in a video-film.