"Sure. My place is fine, although it would be good if you could drive us."<br/><br/>"My pleasure, Kassie. You live alone?" Ryan inquired while guiding her to his car. His eyes once more slid over the sleek, slightly burned Mustnag parked two spaces away, but he could avert his eyes - the prospect of a night with Kassie were after all more appealing. Apologizing, he opened the passenger door for her and cleared away some of the paperwork that was occupying the passenger seat so far.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry - that's something I probably will never get rid off," he explained as he sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. After a number of turns, it caught, roaring to life. "It usually never takes more than two days and every letter or piece of paper that passes through my hands ends on there."<br/><br/>Ryan hit the gas and accelerated out of the parking, following Kassie's directions between light conversation. The radio was playing some 70s soul tunes from Ryan's favorite station, adding to the relaxing atmosphere - probably the best for the endeavour they'd embark on. Most likely, life would become exciting enough in the coming weeks, if this porn business became a success.<br/><br/>"Let me ask you..." Ryan took the final corner, heading down the street where Kassie was living, looking for a parking spot. Locating one, he quickly pulled into it, it was just a few steps away from Kassie's place. "How did you become associated with this project? I mean... you don't strike me as the type of girl who would just easily dash into that type of business."