condensed master

Will Bonner
Abruptly slowing down Gerald turned off the main road, and the surface changed
from smooth to rocky. They were now travelling at walking pace and down a
steep winding incline, which terminated into a circular clearing.
As the car came to a stop Will found himself looking down, over the roof of
a beach house and across to the ocean. The moon was full, it's light reflecting from
the water, showing up the white capped waves coming into the shore. It was an
ideal picture postcard scene. Gerald led the way down a wide wooden stairway
to the rear of the house and Will became aware of a gentle breeze coming off the
ocean, creating the sweet smell of pollen in the air coming from the bushes on the
patio.
Looking at the structure of the house it seemed a far cry from a simple cottage.
A long narrow wooden building, no doubt built that way to take advantage of the
view. Without knocking, Gerald opened the door and they went inside. He had
obviously been here before.
The confines of the small entrance led into an expansive open plan room.
Three long comfortable sofas were placed in a semicircle in the centre of the room,
served by three large coffee tables. Scatter rugs and occasional tables supporting
vases of flowers, and other displayed items, added to the expensive decor. The
open area to the far left contained dining furniture and between the lounge and
dining areas a large bar jutted out, surrounded by bar stools. But the most
overpowering element in the room was 30 to 40 feet of floor to ceiling glass doors
that opened out on to a full-length deck, taking full advantage of the ocean view.
A tall man was standing by the windows looking out. He turned and
approached as Gerald and Will entered the room. His neatly pressed cream
trousers, matched a cream, military style long sleeve tailored shirt, from the pocket
of which peeked the corner of a folded handkerchief. Gerald started the
introductions and as he offered up his hand Will noticed the nails were manicured,
his grip loose, but not as jelly-like as Gerald's.
His name was Rodney, and as they sat down Will's attention was drawn to the
smooth, bryl-creamed black hair, parted on the left side, and his pencil thin
moustache. This chap would also do well in the movies, Will was thinking. His
mannerisms were not as pronounced as Gerald's but there was no mistaking the
fact that he was also homosexual. After drinks had been prepared at the bar the
conversation turned to matters concerning the meeting.
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