In the car we chatted about how I had first come to London at 15,how I couldn’t stand home anymore,I wanted to be free.Putting the words she needed into her mouth.I could see her relaxing,nodding as I understood,in a way “they” did not.She told me of her parents,separated for years ,but still fighting.How they both tried to control her life,and use her to score points.I sensed other things ,untold on the edges of her words. She remained still,her eyes big with tears.I stood over her and looked down,not speaking.This was the moment on which it all turned.If she chose to fight now there would be violence,rage,her pale skin would be bruised and scratched.A different dance,but one with its own pleasures. Porn video “Clothes off now ”
“I don’t, I don’t understand,”she stammered,looking up with tear filled eyes,I stood over her resisting the urge to kiss those wet cheeks.
