looking into my eyes , she offers me a hopeful look . dee and her friends always called it the art pavilion . as i closed beanie 's walk-in closet door ( with its newly polished mirror ) i was beginning to feel a little tired . i arch my h*ps so that i am planted more firmly in her hand . it was cloudy outside , and i could already smell a hint of rain as i opened the window . he flipped the channel and puffed on his cigarette . probably another forty-five minutes to an hour longer . 