Couldn't it just have been that you wanted to touch me, is that so wrong? I sighed and concentrated on the road, because I had to. Jean-Claude lowered his face over mine, more of his weight pressing in his hands, against my wrists, so even as he came closer, I was held more tightly. I didn't take it. He wouldn't like that, and he'd make sure I didn't like it.
He waved at me and walked away. If you were human I'd just say what did you see, or hear, but you're not human. I suddenly saw Nathaniel in front of a mirror. Exactly, I said.
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