The Greatest Lie Part 13

"I want them for our movies, to set the stage for our sex scenes. I want to begin the story with a few snapshots from our childhoods with a little voice-over for autobiography. It would make a quick little mise-en-scene."

"I thought this was porn, not documentary."

"When guys make porn, it's all action. Girl's porn has more emotional content, like the thing I did with Miguel in 'Transsexual Hookers.' I am trying to do something like that, to get viewers emotionally involved with our characters."

Pavel arranged to have the outtakes from 'Transsexual Hookers,' the prints from our solo photo shoots, and Tran's screen test FedEx'ed to me. I spent a long day and night at Finch's iBook scanning photos, editing video clips, and adding voice-over.

Tran complained bitterly as she read the faux biography I had written for her into the computer's microphone. "We're not even paid yet and you are making me lose my beauty sleep!"

"Tran, Van Gogh never sold one of his paintings for more than a hundred bucks, and now they sell for millions. Think of it as an investment in your future."

"If my dad ever sees this he will die of shame."

"Good, he deserves it. He can keep my father company in hell," I replied with acid in my voice.

"What about my mother? She doesn't deserve it!"

"She'll forgive you, and besides, if our moms really wanted to, they could pay for our surgeries so we wouldn't have to do commercial sex. And since we have to do that, I, at least, want the movie to be good!"

"This crazy Chinese T-girl Allenina convince you porn is art?" Tran snorted in ridicule.

"I don't think that's so crazy. I agree with her: porn can be art, and art porn."

"I always knew you were crazy. I am the only one that's not crazy, except when I listen to you!" Tran laughed, and I couldn't help getting caught up by her giggles. Eventually we collapsed into one another's arms onto our bed.