A few days after 'Nam, the grip came over to ask me something unimportant. At the end of the conversation T's mum walked over to ask me to pick her up some cigarette's from London before chasing the producer to ask them something.
'I'm sure I recognise her.' He told me.
'No idea.' I replied, going back to work.
A few days later he came back to me, grinning like a chesire cat, holding a video.
'I knew I recognised!' he told me passing the tape over. 'Have a butchers at that when you get home.'
I took the tape and at the end of the day when I got home, popped it in the VCR and hit play.
The tape started, some old 70's film. The mum walked into a bedroom and got undressed. Great opening for a film I thought. No more than ten seconds later two guys walk in, strip off and she starts to blow on multiple trumpets.
My jaw hit the ground. It couldn't be her, although it did look a he'll of a lot like her. I got closer to the TV to get a better look as she gobbled anything in view. Yup it was her. And she was giving as good as she got, as more men entered the scene, taking it like a trooper.
The next day I returned the vid to the grip who beamed back triumphantly.
'Told you I knew her.'
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