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Dear Red Shoes, what do you do when the passion goes?

What do you do to renew it?

How far do you go?

What are you willing to sacrifice?

This isn't working between us, is it?

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

And you're saying you don't want to be with me anymore.

I didn't say that.

I want to be with you.

And I think you want to be with me too, but I can't go on like this anymore.

I... I don't want you to apologize.

I want you to talk to me.

Who was it?

What happened?

Talk to me.

Okay, fine. If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. But, you know, I

really think you should talk to somebody.

Look, you've got so much going on inside of you.

You've got so much to give. If I didn't think so, I wouldn't be here. I would

have gone away weeks ago.

His name was John.

I thought I loved him.

But I could trust him.

The more I trusted him, the more he would trust me.

I have a test.

That may be the wrong word. A challenge.

You pushed me. You pushed him.

You dared me.

Yes.

I want to continue.

What happened?

I don't want to talk about it.

Tell me.

Game of Romance.

Questions. Questions asked.

Questions answered.

We're supposed to add some spice.

Some excitement back into our relationship.

Did it work?

Yeah. It's been spent.

We kept pushing it. Thanks.

Until neither one of us could stop.

We played for hours on end.

Through the day, through the night.

At work.

On the phone.

Get the sash.

No real rules.

Just questions.

Questions asked.

Questions answered.

Does this frighten you?

Tell me. Yes.

Does it excite you?

Touch me. Yes.

Show me.

The idea was to add some spice.

Put some excitement back into our relationship.

You want to continue?

Yes.

What are you thinking?

Couldn't you see?

I wanted to see you again.

I called your number and hung up.

Again and again.

Three times during the night.

Why?

Couldn't shake thought of you.

Your face.

Your eyes.

Stood in front of a full -length mirror.

Naked?

Yeah.

I wanted you to see what I would see.

A woman's never satisfied with what she sees.

Did you touch yourself?

I keep thinking of a naked, cramped wine cellar.

All I can think about was... What?

Of being cold.

I'm just finding it.

Somebody opening the door and finding you inside me.

I'm excited. I can't wait.

Show me.

I wanted to be cold.

Tell me.

I wanted to be exposed.

Finish me.

That's what I wanted.

I wanted to be cold.

Not that I'm dangerously close.

My excitement is growing.

I waited until I could not back, I could not go.

Tell me.

Touch me.

Show me.

Hello?

All right, may I help you? Yeah.

Hold it.

I'm not there.

I'm not very across.

I kept playing, telling myself I was pushing past my fears and my hang -ups.

But in reality, it was just the thrill inside me that mattered.

We were doing things neither of us would have ever considered doing.

One night, John saw a couple making love and building a cross from us.

He was looking through his telescope, came across them.

What are you looking at?

I have something for you.

Take a look at that. Just look into the lens.

The next day, I approached the woman in the street.

Started a conversation with her.

A week later, I invited her and her husband to dinner.

Of course, we brought out the game.

After a little coaxing from John, they were all too eager to play.

Do you like to be in control, Marty?

Have you been blindfolded?

Are you afraid?

I'm not there.

That is about trying something that you've never done before.

I guess this is it.

How dark and intense it became.

In the end, I inevitably came

with an intensity I never experienced before.

I needed that.

Crazed it.

Needed my sex.

Hi, baby. What's up?

Get on the speakerphone.

Okay.

Tell me.

John, we can't. We're at work.

It's getting a little compulsive, don't you think?

No.

I'll lock the door.

John.

Do it. It's still my spin.

Tell me.

I'll lift your skirt.

Take your panties off.

Do it.

Touch me.

Show me.

Now tell me.

Tell me what you fantasize about when you're at work.

When you stare out to the harbour.

Hey Liz.

About their loneliness.

Their wholeness.

I wonder what it would be like to be taken by one of them.

One of those sleazy bars that border the wall.

He follows me to the bathroom.

I don't want to look at him.

I just want him to talk to me.

Are you frightened?

Yes.

Excited?

Yes.

Do you want to continue?

No, John, I can't. Not right now.

Tell me.

Touch me.

Show me.

And John thought what's happening to me.

He knew I was out of control.

And he just kept pushing.

How much?

Touch me.

Show me.

So what do you want?

I want you.

I want it.

I want everything.

And the shoe just kept spinning.

inevitably come with an intensity

I'd never experienced.

I needed that.

I needed that.

What makes you think that he was any less addicted than you were?

Probably still playing.

He found somebody else.

He's playing it with her now.

You got a quick life, didn't you?

So that makes you strong.

And that makes you special.

I'm here.

I feel like I need a scream.

One boy in heaven!

One boy in hell!

Sometimes you find yourself backed into a corner.

You make decisions and do things.

You think you can never recover from.

That no one will ever love you again.

Not so I felt.

I thought my life was over.

Luckily, I met someone who was strong enough, patient enough, understanding

enough to lead me through it.

Sometimes you just have to open up and be

brave.

Do you want to continue?

There's a little birdie fly.

If you let me help you take the weight off your wings, you'll be up in the sky.

The memory can hold you.

The truth will set you free, set you free.

And I'll be dancing with you, you'll be dancing with me.