<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Gettin killed with Kindness<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div>She drummed her fingers along her book, lips pursed as Dom returned to his bathing. This was perhaps the first and only show of kindness, let alone civility, she'd been shown over the past few weeks. It felt nothing short of foolish to decline the gesture, which seemed genuine enough. Something discernible had changed in his attitudes toward her, and while she couldn't quite put a name on it, she doubted much positive could come from spurning it.<br/><br/>Sara placed good faith on the man twice already that day. The first occasion had ended with his sparing her from potentially severe punishment at Big Tim's sadistic hand. The second had been far less rewarding. Best two of three? It was hardly the most logical approach, but it had been an awfully long day, and she was all too willing to put her intellectual conscience to rest.<br/><br/>Sara put the book back atop the pile with more care then necessary, slipping into her stalling habits despite herself. With the same painfully slow pace, she lowered herself where gestured, the bed dipping slightly under her added weight. With hands clasped in her lap, she kept a careful watch on the empty wall opposite her.