Thomas Morton pulled into the driveway of the beautiful Virginia home. It looks almost as good as mine, he thought as he stepped out of his powder-blue Mercedes.
He rang the doorbell and waited. It was 3:00pm in the afternoon on a gorgeous autumn day. Thomas looked at the cloudless sky and took a deep breath. The air was so crisp.
Suddenly, the door opened.
"Hello!"
Robyn Sheehan looked so hot in person, much hotter than she appeared in her films. Thomas was stunned by the deep blue of her eyes, her vibrant long red hair tied in a ponytail, her lightning-white skin, her soft freckles.
"Hi," he replied.
"Do come in," she gestured as she shut the door. "Let me take your jacket."
Robyn's eyes lit up as Thomas removed his blue jacket. The muscles on his arms were clearly visible through his white dress shirt; he had just finished playing a boxer in the drama "Fight Song," and Robyn imagined what it would be like to see his shirt off, as well as the rest of his clothing. As she hung up his jacket, she glanced at his seated image in a nearly mirror. He was gorgeous-shiny dark skin, full lips, closely-cropped black hair. She thought about what it would be like to kiss his smooth cheek and feel his big hands on her bare ass.
She made sure to subtly push her ass in his face while she adjusted a pillow on her chair before sitting down across from him. She noted the slight satisfied smile on his face.
"So, how are you doing?"
"Pretty good. I must say I really love your script."
"Thank you. I worked *really* hard on it."
"You clearly love that book."
"Well, there's so much truth in it."
Thomas nodded. Robyn was obviously fascinated by civil-rights issues; she had just won two Oscars for writing and directing "Norman," a biopic of fellow Australian Peter Norman, who supported Tommie Smith and John Carlos in their famous protest at the 1968 Summer Olympics and faced tremendous public scorn for his actions. Now, she had just written a screen adaptation of "And Then We Heard the Thunder," the 1962 novel by John Oliver Killens about an African-American soldier facing racism in World War II. Robyn wanted Thomas to play Solomon "Solly" Saunders, the soldier and protagonist; in addition to directing from her screenplay, Robyn would play Celia Blake, an Australian nurse who treats and falls in love with Solly while he is recuperating from injury in the South Pacific.
"I loved that book, too. Read it in high school."
"Did you ever think that there'd be a movie about it?"
"No, because they didn't really make movies about black people in World War II. There was 'A Soldier's Story,' that's about it. They didn't make 'Saving Private Robinson,' you know what I mean?"
"I know-it's such a shame. I loved 'A Soldier's Story'-Denzel was so good in it. You know the cinematographer on that was an Aussie?"
"For real?"
"Yeah. Russell Boyd."
"Wow. Well, he sure knew how to make black people look good."
"Indeed," Robyn replied, with a slight smile.
Thomas paused, and pursed his lips.
"Well, look...here's the thing. I've got everybody in my ear-my manager, my agent, my friends-telling me not to do this. They think no one's gonna see it, that this is gonna kill my career. They keep saying that people will only go to see a World War II movie if white people are the heroes. So...I'm kinda..."
