She swallows the saliva that has been building in her mouth, and motions down to her stomach, making a face. She sits on the chair, stares up at me, and smiles as if that's suppose to make me feel better. "You dont look like a policeman," she mutters through gritted teeth, saliva already building in her once empty mouth. "I never said I was one," my voice is shaky and I try not to watch her shrug, the thin strap on her bra slowly slipping off her smooth shoulder. Fuck. I could say it again. "So what is this?" she swallows more saliva,"is this you fucking with my brain?" "You're half wishing I'd say yes," my voice is shaky. Shaky. Shaky. "You talk like you're so fucking sure of nothing," her voice is a dentist drill. "And you talk like you're so fucking sure of everything," staring at her is so easy it stings. As if looking away is a sin. I whipe my bloody nose on my sleeve. She opens her drooling mouth. "Stop looking at me like you need something," she swallows, pretending her tone is harsh. I tear my gaze away and walk to the wall where there should be a window. There are no windows. The taste of my own blood and the sight of her with no shirt makes my stomach lurch. "You know everyone's asleep," I say. I say,"No one's thinking of you right now." For once, and I try to smile. I know I've won. "Except you," her trumph. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She swallows another gulp of saliva, grinning grinning grinning away. -Amanda