It was a strange way to start a love affair. The place was unlikely, the circumstances improbable. And fucking someone else in the presence of a future lover - though done strictly in the line of duty - was hardly a conventional introduction.
Harold Benson’s bulky torso twisted atop his short legs as his brown eyes glanced anxiously at the sky. Film directors are even more weather-conscious than farmers or sailors. A small cloud at the wrong moment can waste half an hour. A storm can wreck a whole expensive day. It was a single cloud of the half-hour variety in an otherwise clear, blue sky that had. Harold so worried. The foamy white mass was drifting slowly from the west toward the morning sun.