All I See Is You Page #4

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The room.

It's the exact same room

we had on our honeymoon.

No, it's not.

It is.

I know you asked for it,

but they didn't give it to you.

You couldn't

have seen it.

You were blind.

What's it have to do

with anything?

How could you tell

this is not the same?

How could you tell?

I was here,

remember?

Oh, okay.

It's the exact

same room.

Trust me.

It's exactly the same.

It may look the same,

but it's not the same.

You're not even

a little bit scared

up here?

It's fine.

-Oh!

-Whoa, whoa. Okay.

How many would you like?

One each or one to share?

We're

gonna share.

Two. No, one each.

No. We only had one

last time.

Two, please.

One.

Two. Two.

Gina!

Gina!

Oh, my God.

I send you away

and that's what you

come up with?

Who was the guy

you were talking to?

It was Ollie.

He must be European.

He likes a bit of white.

Yeah.

He really does.

Who is he?

He and his wife are here

on their honeymoon.

They're in the room

we were in last time.

-You can't let it go, can you?

-Ask the manager.

Go on. He's right there.

Why would I ask

the manager?

-Ask him. He's the manager.

-No, no. No, no.

You could just ask him.

We're fine.

I already asked him.

Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm.

And?

It's not the same room.

When were you gonna tell me?

Truthfully?

Uh-huh.

Never.

Well, I forgive you.

Jesus Christ.

They can't see us,

can they?

Maybe they like

being watched.

Ai-yi-yi. Come on.

You don't want to

see that.

Mmm.

-Talk to me.

-Shh. Just feel me.

Untie me.

Just untie me.

-Let me get my hands on you.

-Stop.

Oh, f***.

You can feel me better

when you can't see me.

Come on, just untie me.

Let me have one hand.

You get to feel

what it's like.

Come on.

What's the point

of wearing something like that

if I can't see you?

You don't need to see, baby.

Use your imagination.

Oh, God.

Come on.

I just want to get

my hands on you.

What do you think about

when you jerk off?

Hmm?

I think about you.

Always?

Always.

Huh?

What do you think about?

-I think about you.

-Just me? And what else?

Just men.

Really?

Yeah,

just bodies and d*cks.

And d*cks.

So you don't think

about me?

Come on. Stop that.

So you do think

about other people?

Are you trying to trick me?

No, I'm not trying to trick you.

Hey, baby--

No, don't turn this around.

I feel stupid enough

as it is, okay?

Please. Take it off.

Take it off.

I've had enough.

Take it off.

I feel stupid now.

You make me

feel so stupid. F***.

Untie me.

Take it off. Okay, come on.

I've had enough. Please.

Gina, baby, please!

Atencin,

seores pasajeros de tren 187

con destino a Paris...

Geen!

Geen, Geen!

Geen! Geen!

Let me see you.

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