Clark Richardson

Connor: looks like it. Slave?

Clark: Nah. Friends sub who needs some dick every now and again and to be used like the slut she is.

Connor: Good lord, what are you up to?

Hannah: I don't care, do what you want.

Clark: With pleasure.

Hannah: Good.

Hannah: No bullshit. I want you to be rough. Hurt me.

Clark: I can do that. I'll pull out some tools.

Hannah: Do you want to fuck?

Clark: Uh, sure.

Hannah: [stares at the baby for a few, maybe two more minutes before she hangs up.]

Hannah: [hides her face behind her knees a little as the baby comes into view. She doesn't say anything, she doesn't know if she wants the baby to even hear her voice. God, he was so big and looked so much more like Clark had she remembered. She just stares, trying to re-memorize his face.]

Hannah: [the phone moves away from her face as she moves off the couch and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her as she moves to sit knees to her chest, perched on the toilet.] Yeah.... I.... I was wondering if.....[her voice goes soft.] if I could see him?

Hannah: [she takes a deep breath, suddenly unsure if she wants to do this.] ...hey.

Hannah: [calls]