She is louder than you expect and sadder than you expect, and she laughs at the noise the table makes.

You get her into the narrow bed and she hooks her legs around your waist and pulls you in with both heels.

She is wet and shaking and holds on like someone being carried out of somewhere, eyes open on your face.

NessaDon't stop. If you stop I'll have to think.

When she comes she bites your shoulder to keep quiet and forgets to let go.

Afterwards she lies with her arm over her eyes and says to the ceiling: that was the first hour of my life.