Please, he said, just one more. She closed her eyes. As if the sight of him she could take. Not for one minute, not for one second longer. Please, he said again. She turned. Her long black hair, covering her naked back. Gently swaying, teasing over the dimple just above her buttocks. Her bare feet soundless on the bedroom carpet and the tiles of the bathroom. She didn’t turn on the light. She couldn’t. She stood looking into the dark void. Two feet in front of her the mirror. She put found the edge of the vanity. Felt the cold of the stone against her palms. Breathe. She told herself just breathe. “Misty”? He said into the darkness. Not entirely sure where she had gone. A question more than a statement.