Jesus Christ.  Jon revealed an entire world in a few sentences, a world seeped in depravity.  And one that included<em>some names you might have heard</em>.  Hannah felt like she was reeling suddenly at an edge, a doorway that had just been opened to her after so long of seeing a wall.  She heard hte cautious voices in her mind, railing, but they had a hard time being heard over the one prevailing voice.<br/><br/>It was possible.<br/><br/>A task which Hannah had been managing for years--reining in her desires--suddenly seemed unmanageable.  She felt caution slipping away and began embracing a new emotion.  Hope.  She didn't miss the innuendo in his words, but once he had finished his task, she didn't need to have caught it.  His words were as frank as the expression on his face.<br/><br/>"Years," she told him, to his upside down face, trying to meet his eyes but finding it so disorienting.  "Or never."  Her voice was not so nervous now.  More curious.  Testing.  If she moved the cast might be ruined.  The director would be pissed.  Jon had her in a bit of a pinch now.  But wasn't that what she wanted?