[The one nice thing about Stanley (if anything at all about him could be said to be nice) is how horribly straightforward it all was. The notes, the dolls, the stalking, the grotesque prose... there was no need for talk of feelings when the whole situation almost spoke for itself. Anyone would feel terrified, disgusted. And even if she'd been the centerpiece of his filthy fantasies, it had still been something she tripped into unexpectedly. Something that had been growing and festering without her presence or knowledge.]
[The rest... the rest gets murkier. More personal and intimate.]
[And even harder to talk about.]
[She's quiet for a moment, seeing which of her only-semi-prepared subjects is easiest to coax out of the cages in the back of her mind-- cages that have gotten bent and battered over the past couple of weeks, so that they no longer seem to close properly.]
[After a time, she lets out another breathy not-laugh, scraping at the dust between the shingles with one finger.]
Well... fuck, I guess... I guess there's the BOB thing...
no subject
Yeah, I...
['The rest' is more nebulous.]
[The one nice thing about Stanley (if anything at all about him could be said to be nice) is how horribly straightforward it all was. The notes, the dolls, the stalking, the grotesque prose... there was no need for talk of feelings when the whole situation almost spoke for itself. Anyone would feel terrified, disgusted. And even if she'd been the centerpiece of his filthy fantasies, it had still been something she tripped into unexpectedly. Something that had been growing and festering without her presence or knowledge.]
[The rest... the rest gets murkier. More personal and intimate.]
[And even harder to talk about.]
[She's quiet for a moment, seeing which of her only-semi-prepared subjects is easiest to coax out of the cages in the back of her mind-- cages that have gotten bent and battered over the past couple of weeks, so that they no longer seem to close properly.]
[After a time, she lets out another breathy not-laugh, scraping at the dust between the shingles with one finger.]
Well... fuck, I guess... I guess there's the BOB thing...