<em>James Franco - at his house earlier in the night</em><br/><br/>James Franco was good at his job. The local high school principal for the last three years were a steady and reliable sort. He wasn't very charismatic but dependable and in a small town like Harrisville that was much appreciated by the population. His wife was one of the town accountant. A perfectly respectable nice looking woman, who dressed in elegant professional dresses and were really good at her job.<br/><br/>It was no wonder then she was pouring over some papers in their down stairs office that they both shared. James got his dresses on, the shirt, suit and shoes, his usual dress for going out, at work or wherever. The children were asleep upstairs and moving to the office he bent over his wife's shoulder and kissed lightly on her cheek, "Honey ... I'm feeling upto sleeping. I will just go out a bit and have some air, driving around". It was nothing special, James having done so regularly. He usually gets freed up much before his wife unless its the exam season, so between TV and reading books, sometimes it did get boring and James's wife didn't mind.<br/><br/>But tonight his heard pounded though the wife didn't notice. James could hear the beat of it in his ear drum as he turned the ignition and heard the soft purring of his almost new Honda sedan. Like his life, it was not a flashy car, but it looked good enough and it was a steady reliable car as expected of someone his standing and means. But the road that his car eventually took wasn't at all expected, turning into the narrow graveled road to his destination for the night as the sounds came in a debauched invitation.<br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/><em>James Franco - at the Fucking Gulch </em><br/><br/>Parking his car and getting out James walked out to the door in measured steps, trying to appear nonchalant even though he was clearly not. This was officially his second time in the Fucking Gulch. Having came in a couple of days to investigate if the rumors were true and getting to meet the boss guy and hear about the rules.<br/><br/>Entering through the door he found Bert and had some necessary small talks with him, feeling rather uncomfortable and exposed for his first time trying to mix with the clients and staff of the establishment. Moving slowly he sat himself down at one of the stool at the bar. He noticed the bar tender, the town doc and remembered what he was suppose to call him.<br/><br/><strong>"Doc, why don't you get me something, whatever is your recommendation"</strong>, he asked once again trying to appear comfortable as his gaze moved slowly across the lounge, trying to capture the decor and people in his mind as he thought of what he wanted. His last visit had simply been an attempt to establish the truth of what he had heard about the place and most people would have missed his silent entry and similar exist, one particular lady at least had, he thought back of the meeting earlier in the day.<br/><br/>He felt a rush of desire at the thought of his plan. So different from his regular life, of his confident, composed posture of his day life, he felt a surreal moment of self exploration.<strong>"I was wondering about Ms. Indigo, is she around today?"</strong>, he finally asked.