[It's all fucking stupid. Really fucking stupid. All that Jesse fucking Pinkman did was give her a squeeze and pin her down. Shoot her a few leering words. No more than that. She knows logically that there's no way it would have been more than that, because Saul isn't sentimental and he's not blinded and even a shark drops clients if they're too much to handle. He wants to help Jesse, then there's something in Jesse worth helping. So there's got to be more than what she saw in that apartment.
But it's still got her fucking rattled. She looks at that fucking asshole and it makes that spot between her shoulderblades itch. With him, for just a moment, she wasn't in control, wasn't able to mock and curse and spit her way out of it.
Well, nothing to make a girl feel better about things than a little bit of sadism, right? If she can't have control over herself, and she can't have control over Jesse, then maybe it'll calm her down to have just a bit of control over Saul.]
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But it's still got her fucking rattled. She looks at that fucking asshole and it makes that spot between her shoulderblades itch. With him, for just a moment, she wasn't in control, wasn't able to mock and curse and spit her way out of it.
Well, nothing to make a girl feel better about things than a little bit of sadism, right? If she can't have control over herself, and she can't have control over Jesse, then maybe it'll calm her down to have just a bit of control over Saul.]
Okay. What do I get?