The last rays of sunlight stream in through the grimy window, casting their red tinge on everything.
-I’m past this. I don’t need this anymore.
-That’s not what it looks like from where I am. You’re just fooling yourself.
-You won’t get caught. You never get caught.
-That’s not the point! They didn’t do anything to me.
-When has that ever mattered? Isn’t that part of the fun?
-Why can’t you just leave me alone?
-You’re never alone. I’m always going to be around. The sooner you get busy, the sooner I’ll give you some peace.
-Just this last time?
-You know as well as I do it’s not.
-I hate you.
-I know. But, you love doing it.
-Enough talk. It’s time to go to “work”.
-I’ll be waiting when you get back.
The door slams.
The mirror lies silent on the table.