"Come and suck breast."

"Sorry I kept you waiting."

Damien walked into the apartment. Jada looked quickly away from the phone which she had just thrown into one of the couches. Her eyes squinted.

"How did you get in? I didn't open the door."

She knew it was not necessary to ask. Yet she did. Perhaps she was trying to cover up for something which she might had given away already though unconsciously.

"I should walk out then, so you can get the door for me."

He turned back to the door.

"It doesn't matter. I didn't mean it that way."

He halted. His body was proportioned in the direction of the door, but his face was thrown to the floor. If he was to look up, staring at the door, his eyes might glow unconsciously and the door might open right in front of him. He wss only just trying to make up for something close to that.

When he had had enough of the silence, he turned back to face her. He walked to join her. He sat opposite her. She sat comfortably.

"You wanted to talk to me. You have so many questions, do