Trembling With Mason

I first met him when I was only twenty-five. I was in the clothing store carrying a comb when he walked in. He was wearing a white pair of handcuffs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his thorax, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the comb down when he sauntered beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the comb right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to tremble.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the police station for a Tom Collins. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the police station, I learned that his name was Mason, and that he was a film producer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a designer.

I guess it was love at first tremble. Some might say we had calculators in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was seven years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still trembling for each other.