He likes it up there on the plateau. Calls it zen, satori, nirvana-- says it in English, too. "Mind-blowing, fantastic, Jim, incredible."

And it's always great. It's certainly satisfying. Libido and ego, all taken care of. But still, somehow... Well, if it was really all that, he wouldn't be able to make a speech afterwards, would he?

But I'm not worried. See, I'm working on it. Learning just how to get him, everything he likes. I'm a quick study. Always have been. I'm getting better at pushing his buttons.

One of these nights, I'm going to blow his fucking mind.

Yeah-- I love it up there. (And wouldn't Naomi be proud if she knew how often I've been Zen, lately?) Man, there aren't words to tell Jim how much I love it. I try anyway, y'know-- making sure I've still got brain cells.

Sometimes I get the weirdest feeling-- like he doesn't believe me. Like he still thinks he could do better. Screw that-- it'll never happen.

I'm not worried, really. I just keep telling him. Every time. See, I don't think about anybody else-- I don't want anybody else.

One of these nights, he'll understand that this is forever.

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