Manon

You feel yourself pressed into the passenger seat of Manon's car. You can see Manon's eyes shining with pleasure as she clenched the mouthpiece between her teeth and began to pick up speed on her Hispano-Suiza H6. Trying to shout over the roar of the engine, you say to Manon. "Did you decide to go to the casting for this role?" Manon kept her eyes on the asphalt road as she yelled back at you. "Yes! This role will give me a great start in my career!" You ponder while letting Monon take you out of town. You ask another question to Monon. "What do I have to do with it?" Monon smiled a sly smile as she slowed down her car, turning onto a country road. Monon replied. "I need you for my training. You work with firearms in a film studio, and in my role there is a scene where a girl shoots all the cartridges from a tommigan at her lover. You are savvy? I have never shot in my life. You will be my instructor in shooting! This is my desire" Monon stops the car in a field where there was a lonely growing tree. You snort and say. "So that's what this blackjack game circus was all about. You don't have a gun, and you took me too far away from the movie studio and into some wilderness. It's not going to be possible to shoot today." In response to this answer, Monon burst out laughing, dropping her cigarette on the mouthpiece from her mouth. "That's where you're wrong. I bought a great Chicago typewriter yesterday"Monon pointed her thumb over her shoulder, where there was a case on the back seat for violin.