When he was finished, he lit a cigarette and laid back on the filthy pillow, inhaling andblowing half-formed rings while trying to collect his thoughts. His lower half caught in theafterglow, and sore at the same time, he adjusted some before pulling up the covers. Shemoved as well, and asked for one of his smokes. -Really? -Why not? -
Well, it’s just, y’know.
She held out her hand, dangling it like lure for a few seconds, and he finally caved in andgave it to her. She lit it, and blew a ring of her own, this one perfectly formed. -
Well, he said. I guess you’re just better at everything.
-We do have advanced muscle control. -I mean you. -What? -
You. Just you. Not the…
-The what? -Never mind. They sat smoking in silence for some time. When he was finished, he put his out in thetray on the nightstand, and stood to dress. She watched him through the smoke, eyeing hiscontours like he was an art class model. Pale and restless, her eyes darted up and down. He
didn’t see her blink once.
-So, he said. How does this work? Do I pay you? -
You’ll make payment downstairs, with the clerk.
-And how much of that do you see? -What would I need money for? -
I don’t know…
I don’t need food.