Mary didn't turn towards Mya and hug her, but she didn't move away either.  She didn't even cross her arms in a defensive display of body language.  The bed was barely wide enough for one, and with two it was positively cramped.  They were pressed together shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, thigh to thigh.  Mya was warm, really warm, and truth be told Mary was enjoying the body heat.<br/><br/><strong>"I didn't think you were a monkey,"</strong>Mary said.<strong>"I never said that.  You did.  I don't like you thinking I'd think that,"</strong>she said.<strong>"I'm a bitch, but I'm not prejudiced.  I just snap at everyone equally,"</strong>she said, and for the first time the vestige of a smile crossed her lips.  It didn't last long, but it had been there.  She turned her head and looked at Mya from the distance of less than a foot.  Mary's eyes hung between blue and grey and weren't colored contacts.  They were probably the best feature of her face.<strong>"Why don't they like you?"</strong>