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they’ll ease up and slack off from scrutinizing me, and maybe I’ll be allowed to find a girl that wants to go at it with me for real, instead of doing it only to see what it’s like and sell the story to the news.
    I’d prefer that to happen sooner rather than later though, I’ve already got a serious case of blue balls, and being here is not helping one bit.
    I doubt being in the countryside will either. The last thing I want to be is trapped in the middle of nowhere surrounded by fields full of cows, but I haven’t got a choice. It was part of the agreement I made with the board. It’s apparently part of my rehabilitation plan, to turn me into the squeaky clean quarterback Shoreville have always wanted me to be.
    At least I know if I’m with family, there is no way I can get into trouble.
    “Perfect, Landon. That’s spot on. Just a few more.”
    When I started in this career, I never imagined myself standing in front of a camera lens, my pants around my knees and a wall of supermodels standing to the side to watch me get my dick photographed.
    Change a millimeter of fabric and this would be a different thing entirely.

One.
    T illy
    The dreaded day has come. This is the beginning of a waking nightmare that is likely to go on for so long I’ll feel like killing myself before we’ve even got halfway through it. A week with the enemy. A week with the biggest dick in the U.S. I’m never going to survive this.
    “Are you ready, Tilly? You’ve been in there for hours. Are you alright?”
    “Coming.”
    Mom and Marvin are waiting patiently for me at the bottom of the stairs. Our plan is to drive to the rented country cottage and meet The Donkey there. With any luck, he won’t come at all. I have books. I have music. I have calming, breathing exercising. I have magazines where the pages flop open naturally at the magazine adverts that have projected his already quite extensive notoriety into the stratosphere.
    “Wow! You look gorgeous, Tilly. Is that a new dress?”
    “This?! I found this at the back of the closet. It’s nothing special.”
    “And you’re wearing make-up.”
    “Mom, can we just-. It’s a long drive.”
    “I think someone is trying to impress us.”
    “Mom!”
    What a horrible thought. Imagine me trying to impress The Donkey, or anyone else for that matter. “Am I not allowed to put makeup on once in awhile?”
    “Of course you are, sweetie. I like it. I wish you’d do it more often.”
    Marvin takes my bag out to the car, while Mom makes sure the house is locked up.
    About five minutes pass before conversation turns to him . To drown it out, I listen to music and watch the suburbs melt into countryside. Rolling hills and squares of color as far as the eye can see.
    The only place I don’t get a visual reminder of Landon’s enormity, I have the pleasure of his company instead. I guess I should enjoy the peace while it lasts.
    I watch the bars on my cell phone drop one by one, before the signal cuts out completely. This is it. We’ve only been on the road less than half an hour, and already I’m out of range of external communication. That means no internet, no facebook stalking, no twenty four hour news updates, no friends.
    None of that would matter if I was going on a romantic holiday with a delicious boyfriend, but a family holiday with someone else’s family? I’m going to die of boredom.
    Mom found this place on the internet, which is ironic really, considering it was probably built before the internet even existed. The last family holiday I went on was when Dad was still around. I guess that’s the other thing that Landon and I have got in common, not only is The Donkey an only child like me, his parents went through a messy divorce when he was around about the same age.
    Mom didn’t tell me that. I read it in his unauthorized autobiography, which as you can imagine, is also called The Donkey, and features several photos in various positions, of his somewhat remarkable