I felt a tinge of discomfort, wishing I could bring my fair share into the equation. I had very little in comparison, and never really needed a lot. I...thought I should tell him I would never take advantage of him. He had been watching me carefully the whole time, much to my chagrin. I bit my lip when I realised he must have seen me screw up my nose. "What is on your mind, Dominique?" he asked, his smile fading. "I... I, um..." Oh my God, I thought. I can't lie now! "I... I was just... Oh, I'm. Next to his slumberingshape, the other half of the bed lay empty, but still warm. On a nearbynightstand, a clock radio with glowing red numbers displayed the time.2:08 AM. Tick. 2:09 AM.The room was dark; the murky haze of nighttime dyed the surroundings invarious hues of blue and violet. Shapes littered the room, one vaguelyresembled a t-shirt; a pair of underwear; a chair, in the corner; adresser and vanity. Atop the vanity-shape, the outline of scentedcandles decorated the table, long cold. Spencer and Luke and the others were further up the bus. I decided I would give it a little more time before I approached them. I wandered back to my own bench seat, all alone in the back of the bus.Just before midnight, Pick came down the aisle of the bus as we hurtled into the darkness down the interstate. He stopped at my seat and looked down at me. There was nobody else around me."I'll see you in my office at two-thirty," he said.I nodded."What was that you said?" he asked, anger making his. She smiles and thanks him. On the way, they make small talk, where she tells him that her name is Krista, she is sixteen, goes to a Catholic school, and has been blind since the age of three. She can't see that her kilt is riding up high enough to reveal her white cotton panties, and Dave has no plans to tell her. Dave makes up a story about being a fireman and that his car is red, even though it was blue. She looks so sweet, innocent and naive with her collar done all the way up, a crucifix.