ben_s jane he says he loves her. he says she's perfect. he strokes the side of her face, her hair, her lips, he tries to kiss her. she smiles and turns away. she says she'll leave him. she says she'll sleep with somebody else. he says he'll never hurt her. he says he wants to help her. his name is not what he said it was. his stories are misrepresented conglomerates of other peoples stories. she forgives him for this, and listens to him talk, while sipping on a condensating glass of bourbon and ginger ale. he drinks vodka, so whenever he says something, she can't believe him. he kisses her, he reaches his hand down her shirt, then reconsiders and pulls her shirt up. he kisses her neck, pulls her closer. she's been there since four this morning. its now nine. she's tired. she says she has to do. he kisses her and tells her to stay. stay, he says, stay. stay. a kiss between each. i have to go, she says. i have to go. i just have to go. and she retreats. she runs out, and down four flights of stairs. 050204 what's it to you? who go blather from