She’s tall and slender. She has very white skin, black hair and very dark eyes, and those eyes are full to the brim with me. They are soaking me up as if I’m made of water and she’s a desert. She’s very attractive. There’s no reason why I wouldn’t stare at her, walking into my flat, wearing a black suit and murmuring my name. There’s no reason to call it anything other than sex, and the fact that the last time I saw her I dreamed she had the teeth of a shark set in that perfect face. I never even knew her name and I didn’t talk to her for any length of time, or I’d have noticed.