.. But I’m not ‘excited’. I don’t get ‘excited’ ... I just do what I want to do, and see if it’s good.”“And if it’s good?” Press...s Charley.“Then I’ll be a very happy woman.”“And will you do it again?”Belinda looks at Charley, a cold look – a ‘what kind of idiot are you?’ look... “If I enjoy it ... Why wouldn’t I do it again if I enjoy it?” She’s genuinely confused.We hold on this silence for a moment... Then cut to the street outside – where we see Jay, a timid looking Indian man with a thick. Her hairsmelled so sweet. This was the first time id ever felt this close to her. I could hear herbreathing; I could smell the sweetness of her skin and felt the softness ofher hair. As I looked downward I noticed a small trickle of blood start to ebb downthe inside of her thigh, just beneath the hem of the white cotton dress. I took the towel and began to wipe it clean, slowly tracing it back to itsorigins. She was neither embarrassed nor upset that she had her period, and she didn'tseem to. It is wider and looser than the belly he rested his head on at 16 as he told his dreams to his girlfriend, giving of his egotism in the only generosity a young man knows. It has held two children as well as its share of good food. It yields still its quota of memories. He lay on this belly in bliss on his honeymoon, sated for the moment but seeing the breasts rise inches from him. He saw this belly round with the life that they had started. He had been kicked through this belly and left many. When it was over, Mark fell back on his butt in the hallway as Quinton collected himself and pulled his pants back up. Very quickly, Quinton thanked Mark and left the room, leaving Mark dazed, confused but very satisfied. Mark didn't sleep very well that night as he was still on cloud nine from the events that transpired earlier. The next day, Mark walked back to the events center where the seminar was being held and looked for Quinton. It wasn't until later that afternoon that he saw Quinton.