Petra wore a short, light blue skirt and a low-cut, tight navy top. She walked up the ramp setting firmly one foot directly in front of the other as she was taught at modelling. Leslie was a little further behind her and was watching fascinated with and impish grin and whistling appreciatively. Petra turned: "What?" to which Leslie grinned broadly and said: "Your walk imitates quite well the waddle of a chubby duck but your sweet ass wriggles most deliciously". Petra stepped forward and with nary a back swing, hit Leslie over the face with an open palm that sent Leslie's glasses in a high arch onto the dirt. Leslie's face turned red and distorted with fury ... hand went into the pocket.
The director shouted: "Cut! Thass a keeper. Print it!" and then, looking at the script, in a hysterical outburst: "Come on people, set up nineteen ... Petra lay down on the ground, sweetness! Prop, makeup, where is my fake blood? Where are my cops? Scramble, scramble!"
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