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The picking up of the phone by a man, making a call to a woman he has just slept with is a simple enough gesture that holds no meaning to men, but is so valuable a phenomenon to women of all ages that it ranks amongst the top qualities required by women for a man to possess. James called Joelyn while she was still in the air and told her that he missed her, even though, frankly, he had just spent one night with her and hardly knew her. Joelyn was touched. She arrived in Los Angeles, California, in a very happy mood and began shooting scenes for the studio film in which she had a leading role. She quickly realized that she was unable to get James R. Rimbaugh out of her mind. Each night after shooting was done for the day, Joelyn held long phone conversations with her newest interest: James R. Rimbaugh.
He surprised her one day during the second week of filming by arriving on the film set unannounced, carrying in his hands a bunch of red roses. Because he was James R. Rimbaugh, he had not trouble being allowed on set by the security personnel. And because he was currently an industry hot item, the director allowed him to stay. Joelyn screamed in delight when she saw him, and, unable to contain her excitement, jumped into his arms and showered him with kisses.
Later, in her big trailer, he held her naked body in his arms and smiled into her sea-blue eyes. ‘I was missing you so much I couldn’t stand it any longer. So I jumped into a plane and came over…’
There is nothing as sweet as budding love, especially the kind that was decided in heaven.
But matches made in heaven also have their own problems, and it soon emerged in the social media that James R. Rimbaugh and the beautiful Joelyn Smith, aka Jo S, were an “item”. Both stars, via their respective publicists, refuted those claims. They were fiercely protective of their privacy, and did not wish to discuss it with the media.
Joelyn finished her work on the film project and quickly flew to New York, still refusing to confirm her romantic liaison with James R. Rimbaugh. He visited her frequently at her Long Island mansion, until one day he surprised her by saying, ‘I think it’s time for you to meet the kids.’
She opened her eyes wide at him. ‘I’m surprised…and…and…honored, Mr. Rimbaugh.’ Then a curious frown. ‘What does the R stand for, by the way?’
‘It stands for nothing,’ he confessed.
Joelyn laughed hilariously. ‘You’re serious?’
‘I am. I added it to my name when I was a kid. Makes it sound sexy, don’t you think?’
‘No,’ she answered. ‘It doesn’t.’
James gave the response a contemplative nod and then quickly discarded it from his mind altogether. ‘Anyhow, about the girls…please don’t bring them anything when you first meet them. I don’t want you to buy their love. I would like for them to love you for who you are, not what you have.’
‘I understand.’
‘And oh – another thing…’
Joelyn gazed expectantly at his eyes.
‘I love you,’ he said meaningfully.
Joelyn fell into his arms and held him close to her. She broke down and cried.
They were tears of happiness. And he understood. So he cried too.
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