psychoke

When Amy emerges from Tom's apartment she doesn't feel dirty, she feels empowered.  The fifty dollar bill in her pocket seems so strange and out of place.  It's as if she's just found the money on the ground somewhere, like she got it for nothing.  She wonders why people make such a big deal about sex, why girls find it so impossible to enjoy intimacy without love.  The intensity of the encounter has her tingling all over, continuously replaying the sensations that dance across her flesh beneath the memory of his touch.  Finally someone has recognized the depth of her hunger, the range of her

Amy is sitting at the desk in her bedroom.  Before her is her diary, open to a blank page.  She looks at the empty white space for a long while before she sighs and picks up her pen. Dear Diary, New tenants moved into the apartment next door to us.  Mom had the TV on the channel that displays the closed-circuit video camera that monitors the entrance-way so we could watch them move their stuff in.  Mom is nosy that way; she likes to spy on people without them knowing about it.  She likes to keep tabs on the people in our building to find out what kind of people they are and to see if they wi