Leaving...

"- Are you okay ? Do you feel alright with that ?
- ... Sorry ?
- I said: Do you feel alright with that ? I mean, you are here, impacting and obsiously there won't be any hope of keeping on...
- Don't get your point...(lying).
- I see that you are here, enjoying, I can see that then, you can be anywhere else, still enjoying. Are you okay with that ?
- ...Yes, I take it like that. (lying again).
- Don't you dare if we'd talk 'bout that together ?(shining).
- I don't. (smiling).
- Listen, you 'd have, one day, to be tired of riding and then maybe no longer run...for many reasons... (straight naked-eyes look).
- I don't think so...I won't... (looking at her shoes).
(...)

- I believe in our own way (indepth look).
- So I do...(indepth glimpse).
- You are so sweet... (openning his eyes wide and looking at her)
- ...(smiling again).
(...)

- I have to leave. (sad)
- Okay, anyway I have to handle many others things. (proud)
(...)

- I have to go far away from here. I decided it, it's my way. I have to leave...
You understand for u r like me. (bitter and sweet)
- Yes, I do. See you... (wondering and wandering again)"



Then he left...the preacher.
Perhaps, I should wait before leaving.
For wheter I am S. or not, He is not B.




- B. (voice over):
"Are you desirable? Are you irresistible? Maybe if you drank bourbon with me, it would help. Maybe if you kissed me and I could taste the sting in your mouth, it would help. If you drank bourbon with me naked... if you smelled of bourbon as you fucked me, it would help... it would increase my esteem for you. If you poured bourbon on to your naked body and said to me... drink this... - ... if you spread your legs and had bourbon dripping from your breasts and your vagina and said drink here... then I could fall in love with you, because then I would have a purpose, to clean you up, and that would prove that I'm worth something. I'd lick you clean so you could go away and fuck someone else."

- BANK GIRL
"Next!"