She was almost half ways, when she realized that she needed to pee. The toilets at the bus-station was out of the question, they would probably be out... of order og very dirty, so she began to look for a restaurant. She could always drink a quick cup of tea. And there was a new place she hadn´t noticed before just across the street. Looked brand-new and rather classy. So she did cross the street, went down the steps and entered the darkish room. She went to the counter, ordered a cup of tea and. He busied himself with the restraints not removing the cuffs as I had hoped. I pulled my arms and legs back into alignment as he disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a basin of water, a towel and a glass of water. He set it on the bed, “Don’t move or I will sleep on your pallet and you can sleep in the wet bed.” He chuckled. “That’s a joke. Smile.” I gave him a weak one as he handed me the water. I guzzled it trying to erase the taste of Jimmy. He washed my tear-streaked face. Then. Murmurs ensued, followed by hushing so that they could hear me once more."And, uh, what would you like to order?" the clerk asked."A large... ("Gasp!") deep dish... (more gasps from the clerks) ANCHOVY PIZZA!" I burst out. Half the personnel went into cardiac arrest right then, and needed to be hospitalized immediately. The others frantically began to go to work on my order. "That... will... be... *Pant* twelve... dollars... ninety... eight...*Ungh* be ready... in about... f... f... forty.... . what did you want to talk about?"Carly sits on the bed, bringing her legs up and crossing them Indian-style. "I- I've been thinking." She begins, and immediately I'm scared. Nothing good ever came of thinking. I knew that all too well. Her eyes flick up at me, "Thinking about you. About us." Us?" My voice is soft, and I'm surprised she heard me at all."Sam... I... I'm not gay. At least, I don't think I am. But,"I can't move. I'm paralysed."But... you're my best friend."I can't breathe. I.