Centered was Pete's self-portrait, from behind. Covered up to his waist in the water of the lake, his form was outlined twice, once in red and once in... blue. The two colors split at certain points to give the illusion of movement. The blue outline showed Pete holding up his hands to the moon in a pose of total submission and frustration. The red outline struck Jared as Pete’s inner spirit, which was pounding his fists into the water surrounding him, causing it to shoot up in beautiful, chaotic. Karen could tell that Jim felt a little awkward sitting there, and motioned to Derrick to go out by the pool. She waited a moment to let Derrick get on the pool deck before turning to Jim. "Jim, I guess Kathy talked to you, and I don't know about you, but I am sort of looking forward to it. I am a little nervous about it, so if I seem a little strange today, you know why. You will be the only one other than Derrick that I slept with." I know what you mean. Sitting here seeing you in that suit,. Her eyes narrowed into a glare, but she sat as commanded when Dante walked back out of the room. She had to remember that to these men, these clients, she was not a person, she was an object. Dante returned with a small first aid kit. He sat next to her, on the edge of the bed. Let me see, he demanded gently. Angel looked down at the first aid kit, sighing with the realization that he only wanted to help. She was still an object, and he was still the client, but his concern calmed the anger. “Shit!” she snapped, as she knocked most of the contents off her bedside table. Hearing a smash, she looked down to see her small mirror broken in three pieces on the wooden floor, surrounded by white powder with her credit card and a rolled up twenty pound note beside it. “Hello?” Polly said groggily as she finally retrieved the phone. “Polly it’s George, I need you to work tonight. Raven called in sick.” “What? Why? Tonight’s my night off! I’ve been working at the bank during the day and.