I was in Germany for some kind of work thing, which also coincided with a Shatner weekend. Bill was really busy and we didn't get to see him at all! Suddenly it was the last day, and I realized I hadn't packed and had no way to get to the airport, so I panicked and rushed back to the hotel. (For some reason, I was wearing a long slinky red dress, the kind lounge singers wear, and long red elbow gloves.) James Spader was there (about 25 lbs lighter than he is now...) and said I shouldn't worry, he'd get me another flight out, and that we should just hang out for the day. He obviously had the hots for me. We walked around this little German village and he showed me where Bill was staying. It was a little cottage in this green glade, rather magical looking; it had a big front window and inside we could see Bill, Elizabeth, one of his daughters, and his manager, all of them on different phones talking at the same time. (It looked like a telethon!) Spader said Bill might be free later but we should just leave him to deal with his business, cos he's such a busy guy.
Then we went back to the hotel and had sex - me and Spader, I mean, not me and Bill. It was really good anyway.