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Aw, crap, I think M&T are going to have to fool around, probably soon after the end of the first act, if not right then. Why? Because Trish's behavior has to change, she's got to be forced out and because even I can't make a viable 120 minutes' viewing out of nothing but URST. Moonlighting, it ain't. Besides, after a long-established habit of being a cocktease, some mad desperate fucking and the whyfore of it is going to rather force Trish to re-evaluate her world view on a few things. Like I said, I ain't writing the Great American Screenplay, here. You may now return to your
regularly scheduled day EDIT: 'Cos, you see, it's
another control thing. How the fuck occurs, I mean. Trisha has this
established behavior of picking men up and throwing them out before
putting out. It's a nasty little habit but, well, she's not entirely
nice. Enter Michael - generally better looking and more charismatic
than her usual prey. He shows an interest in her, she figures he's the
latest plaything. She invites him back to her place, and he refuses.
Control-freak game-playing gal doesn't like that. Further, M states
that he doesn't like going to another person's place - but he doesn't
make an offer to Trish to bring her to his. That would put the power of
the decision in Patricia's hands, and Michael doesn't want that. Trish
will have to ask to go to Michael's - which will a) mean she's ceding a
small amount of control to someone else (small but signifcant change)
and b) she's got to admit that maybe she wants more from this guy than
the usual power trip - lots of internal stuff about the whyfore of that
to be dealt with. It can't just be
because he's handsome, charming, yadda yadda. I want that sorta
unspoken-primal-appeal thing going on - but with power games underneath
it all, too. Heck, the very fact that Michael 'challenges' Patricia is
an intriguing departure from the norm - for her. 1 - aka The Story That Won't Die. I tried to kill it after I failed to fix it back in November, but it just won't admit that it's dead.
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