It was more out of politeness and curiosity that he had said yes. Kimber’s question brought him back to the moment, “I was thinking of watching �...�Secretary’,” Maeson proposed, “ I was told it’s an offbeat romantic comedy that I really needed to watch but I never got around to.”Maeson moved past Kimber, and headed for the kitchen continuing to talk, “Don’t worry about the popcorn,” he told her increasing the volume as he moved further away, “I’ll start that, you head upstairs, freshen up, and get. I knew it was him because I immediately recognized him from the photograph, a photo he had sent me weeks before.We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Donna proffered a very pronounced wink as she introduced herself.Patrick was a tall guy, probably six-foot-four and weight-to-height proportional. With a touch of grey on his temples and a rugged square-jaw look, he appeared more like a movie mogul than a businessman. I could tell Patrick was very impressed with Donna. As we headed to our. Arranging the lettuce and small thin threads of carrots and the thinly sliced cucumber she scooped from the other bowl onto two plates, she avoided contact with me. I let her shyness take over, but hoped for a return to her brave sociability."Molly?" I broke the silence. "Something to drink?"She looked at me, her eyes tense and pooling tears. I smiled at her, trying to communicate my support and friendship. It seemed to help. I thought of something that might encourage her relaxation. I stood. I only talked for a few minutes as I didn't want Jack to get in a huff.When I was almost back to where our towels were, I was stopped again. This time by a couple laying ten yards from our spot. They too asked for the time. I told them to hold on, ran over to our bags and was able to give them the exact time after looking at my phone. After the report, our conversation continued and a few minutes later, they asked if we'd mind if they moved next to us. It wasn't a problem.She was black, with.