No Light and No Land Anywhere Page #3

- Do you want to see it?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Right.

- Go ahead.

- Okay. Right now?

Yeah, yeah, right now.

- Is that all right with you?

- Yeah, that's fine with me.

- You ready for this?

- I don't know.

- How can I possibly know that.

- All right, here we go.

[chuckles]

That's...

that's the equipment.

- Lie down.

- All right.

- Lie down.

- Okay.

[grunts]

You know what?

- I think I need a drink.

- Yeah.

We have plenty.

[breathing deeply]

- Open it.

- Yeah.

[light ambient music]

You look really fine.

[all laughing]

[laughing]

You have no idea what's coming.

- What...

- She can't hear us right now.

- The f*** is going on?

- I don't know.

Every time I touch her,

she pushes me away.

Now what?

- Now what?

- What do you want to do?

What do you think

I want to do?

[breathing deeply]

[grunts]

[panting]

[exhales deeply]

[ambient decrescendo]

[music stops]

[exhales deeply]

[somber tone]

David would pick the pub

and text me the address.

I loved the moment when

he saw me come in the door.

I wasn't me.

I was a prostitute.

And he was

some lonely drunk guy.

I'd had a few

shitty tricks that day

and was looking for someone

who wouldn't

just come on my face.

He'd seem nice, but also like

he could shove his fingers

up my ass

when he f***ed me,

maybe pull my hair

just a bit too hard.

I'd walk straight up

to him at the bar

and slide my leg over his

so my c*nt was pushing

into his thigh

and tell him if he made me come,

I wouldn't charge him.

That was

our favorite role-play...

100% success rate.

But I always thought...

What if I really did that?

Could I do that?

Would I still be me

if I did that?

But as it turns out,

the strangeness

is not what made it hot.

It was the familiarity.

I always learn

these lessons too late.

[birds chirping]

[dog barking in the distance]

[gate squeaking]

[birds chirping]

[car horn honking]

Hello?

Hey. Hi.

I'm sorry, I just wanted

to bring in these

for Tanya's mum, for Ethel.

I've just brought...

brought her some groceries.

Okay. Come on back.

Set them right here.

Sure.

Who are you?

I'm just a friend

of Tanya's.

Tanya ordered these from you?

Friend of Tanya's?

[scoffs]

I knew it.

You're f***ing Tanya.

You are. You're f***ing Tanya.

You're f***ing...

F***ing b*tch.

No.

- No.

- No?

No, you're not f***ing...

- you're not f***ing Tanya?

- No.

Don't f***ing lie to me.

What you want me to say?

I just want you

to say the truth.

I just want you to say the truth

in your little British accent.

I'm her sister.

F***.

[chuckles softly]

You want?

Thanks.

Can I see Ethel?

Yeah.

She's just, uh,

right through here.

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