Lena went there now, closing the curtain behind her. James sat on the floor outside. ‘Lena, I’m sorry. Will you please come out?’ he asked. ‘...o!’ she shouted out to him. ‘I’m sorry I said that. I don’t know why you’re so upset, though.’ And it was the truth. Sure, he didn’t have to be so insensitive after she had cried for the history of human kind, but it wasn’t like he was personally responsible for everything bad that happened. ‘Why am I so upset?’ Lena said, coming out from behind the. "Tell me what's going on. Please?"He was pleading now. I knew if I looked into his eyes I'd start crying again. I wondered if I'd made a mistake, but recognized it was too late to do anything about it."Look, Steven, there's a reason we can't be together. I don't even know how to start to explain it to you. I do love you," and my voice cracked, just slightly, as I admitted it again, "but I can't be with you. I want you to make love to me. You'll understand after, I promise. I need you to trust. She was obviously wearing last night's clothes — a crinkled dark green blouse and black mini-skirt. Obviously someone had been out clubbing. Her dull red leather handbag swung from her forearm. She wore bangs under her eyes and a wry smile."Carrie the emergency dyke, reporting for duty," she joked.I sighed, trying to settle my nerves. Did I find Carrie attractive? I scanned her body surreptitiously, trying to figure it out. Her orangeish-red hair was loose, hanging down to about her shoulders,. ‘I could be convinced to keep quiet, if you’re so sure Sam will never find out.’ He knew that she knew what he wanted, and he could see her struggle with it. In the end, he knew he would win. She was too wealthy from her ventures with Sam and, even if she stayed clear of jail, she couldn’t lose this business and maintain her standard of living. ‘What do you want?,’ she finally moaned. But, she already knew. His heart was pounding its way out of his chest, now, and he had never been so hard in.