Mask 4

"It's rather bright outside, isn't it?" "You're talking about the moon?" "Yes, it's so bright and white, like your face." I was a bit taken back. It made me a little self-conscious, I must admit. This girl was talking about my face like that. "So what do you do?" "I run a company, MrGlovers and Gloves." "What do you sell?" "I sell your dreams." "Sounds romantic." Did it really sound romantic? Not to me. She looked up at me. She was rather a small girl. I had no intentions. But it suddenly occurred to me that I could have a secret joy in hurting Catherine. She had always acted so superior. Yes. Making love to her, the Asian girl, was a strange experience, and actually not all that pleasant. As soon as I was done, I wanted to go home. "Stay," she said. I looked at her and she had these dreamy eyes. "You look beautiful," I said but I was lying.