He never realized it really was me, Alice, with the tattoo, not his precious Melody. You made me believe I could be someone else, someone good, a person that could one day have a good man like yourself. “Good,” I told him. But I have one question for you. I’m a bitch. “Yes,” Brad said. If you were going to make love to me right now, what would you do next?”
“Well I would enter you with my finger, like this.” Brad was catching on. “Turn around.” I did as he got out of his pajamas and into his suit. But it can’t be undone. There’s not a whole lot you can say that’s going to make any difference now. We look alike. But do not believe them. Are you happy? I almost felt normal, thinking for a moment that Brad was there because he loved me, not Melody.
