She puts the eleven pounds on the bed and then, when you do not take it, takes her shirt off instead.

NellDon't make it a thing. I've done it for less.

You say that is not what this is. She says it can be, and she is already unbuttoning, and she does not look at your face.

She is thin and warm and she shivers the whole way through, and she holds your wrist when you try to slow down.

Afterwards she sits on the edge of the bed smoking and says, quietly: don't tell the others I cried.