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Jason tried not to yawn as the fifth girl described whatever she'd seen on the p**n channel last night in excruciating detail. Where had they gotten the idea he wanted them to talk about s*x? Talk was boring. He was more a man of action, himself.
"How many more have I got left to go?" he asked the cameraman when p**n Fan Number Five had left.
"Just one. Callie, I think her name is."
A moment later, the shortest girl of the lot crept into the room and climbed onto the spotlit stool. Between her slumped shoulders and downcast eyes, Jason wondered why the girl was so miserable.
"Welcome, Callie, to your CIA-sponsored speed date," he quipped. "I'm just going to ask you a few questions and – "
She raised her head. "It's Calais, actually." Her voice was surprisingly firm.
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