Anyway, she’s not listening anymore. She is bitter and irritable. Tonight she seems unable to exist. No one sees her, no one hears her. She doesn’t even try to suppress the images that flash through her mind, that burn behind her eyelids. Her leg shakes beneath the table. She wants to be naked, she wants someone to touch her breasts. She wants to taste another mouth on hers, to feel a silent, animal presence. Her only ambition is to be wanted.
