"Do we talk or do we walk?" He looked as if he didn't care one way or the other."We talk," the suddenly defeated Hans Steiner conceded everything with...those two words. "I can't get over it, you were shot, really and truly, actually shot with a real bullet. It just doesn't happen that way, not in any of my movies." Suddenly he sat straighter in his chair, "Who do we use to write it?" Mark and I plus one of the studio writers. Send someone out tomorrow and we'll get an early start. Also, we need. Yes, she had a beautiful face, delicate features, high cheekbones and a dazzling smile all framed by shimmering silky black hair. Her green eyes lent a feline grace and beauty to her face. Her body was shapely, enticing. Her full breasts looked so large on her petite frame. She tapered at the waist and then swelled delectably at the hips in a classic hourglass figure. Her ass, firm and round, disappeared into supple, sculpted thighs. And the neatly trimmed black triangle nestled between them. He was equally good looking with dark brown hair that was just combed over to the side, brown eyes and a bright smile. We started chatting almost as soon as I sat down. His name was Dan or Daniel as she liked to call him and her name was Jennifer. As soon as I said my name was Patrick but my friends call me Paddy, she replied “Oh no, YOU are definitely a Patrick.” I found it oddly alluring in some small way. They were visiting from Canada and were going to work their way down the coast and I. Caught in his gaze like a rabbit caughtin high beams, incapable of escape, unwilling to retrieve. As the music changesinto something offensive, he peels me off his body and helps me stand on myown. He extends his hand and I take it knowing I am his now. We leavethe dance floor and the crowd parts for him on our way out. Salty sea air washes over us as the door closes muting the music we left behind. Notlooking at me, he leads the way towards the beach. My feet sink into thesand and I pause to.