<em>Danica and Leo, getting hot in here…</em><br/><br/><em>Look at me.</em>why did he sound so frustrated?  She turned, worriedly, the last sip of foam passing from the dark glass bottle to her lips as he stole her fresh beer. Damn him.  She swallowed with uncertainty and let him lift her chin up.  What was wrong with him?  She could only blink as he spoke of not joking, her heart dropping like a lead balloon, though not with unhappiness, but because she'd thought him joking.<br/><br/>Why did she want to know why he wanted her?  It was as if she still didn't believe him, but that was probably because she didn’t really know why anyone would want her. She was a whore, not worth much of anything but to be a cock warmer. How many times had she heard that? Sure she'd prayed so many nights that someone would pull her from the 'fuck everyone' shelf, but she'd never really thought anyone would.  He didn't want anyone else?  Her hand trembled and she nervously set his full beer and her empty one on the counter before she could drop them.<br/><br/>"Why?" she asked, tears meeting her eyes. "Because you can be mean to me where the other girls won't let you? I don't want you to be mean to me all the time. Sometimes I need it but sometimes…" Sometimes he hurt her badly.  "If that's why you want me, so you can hurt me, then I won't do it."  She awaited his answer.<br/>