Paul
instantly felt a surge of relief to escape Brad Pitt. He secretly wished he
could escape Brad Pitt forever. Paul rose quickly to his feet only to receive
hisses and muffled threats as he blocked the screen for the couples in the rows
behind. He glowered back at the hissers
but quickly realized that he could see non of them in the dark theater.
Jerks! Paul
thought- Brad Pitt isn’t even in this scene, but he stooped anyway as he
sidestepped towards the aisle. Reaching the aisle, Paul quickly strode for the
lobby and certain freedom. He was just about to push through the doors when he
ran right into someone in the darkened aisle. Surprised he began to apologize
when he stared into the frightened eyes of a woman.
It was Caitlin
Marshall.
Paul reached out
and grabbed Caitlin’s left arm and yanked her towards him then pushed out the
door. They both burst out into the spacious lobby of the theatre. Paul angrily
held onto her arm as he walked into the lobby as if he intended to throw her
out. She struggled ineffectually to get
free. She must have realized she was trapped in his momentum. Paul felt a surge
of power and sexual arousal at the idea that he had this power over her. With a
burst of energy and inspiration he pulled her up to him then all but hurled her
forward in front of him as they neared the front doors.
“Just what the Hell?” Paul began, turning on
the woman. He saw a man in a maroon
blazer and tie spin around from the concession counter even as he heard the words echo off the walls.
“Is everything
okay?” A voice questioned over his shoulder.
How had he gotten
there so fast? Paul thought in frustration.
“Would you mind
your own business!” Paul snarled without turning, still glaring at Caitlin- who
stood like a girl needing desperately to go to the bathroom.
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for some reason I can see Paul realizing this need and imagining it |
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This is probably closer to what he was thinking later bot pics are from Strangers on a Train |
[It's curious what comes to my mind as I rewrite this so many movies (and years) later.]
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