“Hi.”
I took in her face, *“Good morning.”
“You know, this is a pretty nice way to wake up.”
*”I’ve had worse.”
“Me too.”
*”Life can be a tore up, bumfuck, backwater road sometimes. She took it and stomped to the floor. XXNX A mannequin to be used for your own personal perversions?”
“Yes.” She laughed. I suppose not.”
*”I mean, this is a pretty nice place I’m in. He and some of the other boys chased me, trying to undress me to see proof. I fell back to the bed with a very solid thump. *”Yeah we could do that, or you could come over here, slide me inside, and we could talk. Unless, of course, I’m psychic, in which case this a work of non-fiction. You have two choices. She pulled away again then settled back in.




















