I didn’t kill any, of course; that kind of thing draws attention. Then I heard someone crying. It takes so much effort that I can’t devote the attention necessary to much else. It’s the first time I’ve been able to really get a close look at her. But I’ve been watching her, and I’ve yet to see her do so much as tear a leaf casually from a tree. And she held me and rubbed my neck and shoulders for I don’t know how long. Trace is getting a bit much. I despise games. It’s as though she thinks we were still twelve or something, sitting whispering in the back of old Mrs H’s History class. She’s sitting opposite me now, scribbling away in her diary and believing I’m not watching her through the drifting steam rising from this tea I haven’t actually drunk. I lift your breasts to my mouth one by one, licking and sucking each nipple in turn as my hands caress your breasts’ weight. But I’d nothing for them. It must be just naturally red like that. I found that I was back in my seat, shuddering.
