Filming in New York Part 2: The New Batch
"The filming didn't end on day one," he said to her with tears in his eyes and the carcass of a deer limp and rotting in his outstretched arms.
She recoiled as she had done so many times in similar situations and choked out her usual response, "Don't tell me. Just show me the photos."
He did so with that same rugged masculinity that he did everything. She could still smell the pine bark on his breath. She turned away in anguish.
She knew the one thing that could drive him to gnaw on a pine tree - love. New love. Fresh love. Love that wasn't ... hers.
Having shown her the photos, he swept her up in his bristly arms and held her to his bristly chest, his bristly palms combing her hair. Any impulse she may have had to resist was a vaporous memory. She knew how good his bristly lips felt on hers and the commanding power of his bristly tongue.