House, Divided
 La Tempestad
 The Ballad of John Wesley Reed
 Girl Science
 The Allure of Oriental Wisdom
 Memorial Day (formerly Varia)
 Pride of the Lion
 The Dostoyevsky Man


 Monica for Chanukah
 Angie and Arnie Sanguine
 Edward and Ellie Supine
 The Lion Eats His Lunch
 The Lion in His Lair
 The Lion Leaves His Mark
 Prayers


 But Who's Counting?
 Emma Goldman Imagines the Millenium


 Just Before the War Between the Plates
 I Can Handle That


 Talking  with Lee Blessing

...with Tom Coash
...with Mary Fengar Gail
...with Richard Kalinowsky
...with Jamie Pachino
...with David Rambo
...with Jason Sherman
...with Naomi Wallace
...with Tom Gibbons
...with Dick Goldberg

Synopsis:

A man hires a woman, but not really for sex. What he wants is to talk, to confess, to the one person on earth he thinks can't hurt him. But can she?

Characters:

WOMAN - Good looking woman, sturdy, sexy, late 20's.
MAN - Good looking man, self assured. Mid 30's.

Setting:

A roadside motel room. In bed. Take-out food containers around the bed. Wine bottle on the end table. Clothing clutter.

Time:

The present, or very recent past.

Sample Scene:

God, that was great.

Mmmm.

Really. Good as it gets.

Mmmm.

Took the top of my head off.

Mmmm.

You don't mind if I talk now do you? I need to talk. I can't usually.

Can't?

Well, prevented from, actually.

Prevented? By who?

Whom. Can't tell you.

Ok. Whom. Whatever you say. Talk all you want. It's flattering that you want to.

It is?

Men don't usually want to, in my limited experience.

No?

A lot of dates I go on, I feel like, I don't know, like I have to answer a lot of questions.

Like what?

I don't know. Likes and dislikes, family history, all that.

Well, I'm not going to ask any questions. I'm going to tell you something.

Okay, tell me.

Do you like me?

Are you kidding me?

What?

You said you were going to tell me something. 'Do you like me?' is a question. You said you weren't going to ask me anything.

Oh, touché. Well, that was really a preface. I was asking before I tell.

Uh huh. For reassurance.

I suppose. Can I ask you then?

Sure.

So what's the answer?

What was the question?

Do you like me?

Sure I like you. I fucked you, didn't I?

Yea, well.

I don't fuck people I don't like.

You don't.

Never. What do you take me for?

Okay. I just meant, you could have liked me before and now feel...

I don't. I like you just the same. More even. It was nice what you were doing there. With your hand.

You liked that?

Yea. It was nice. It was just the right...speed.

I learned that from...sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

What are you so sorry about?

I was about to be chatty.

And you don't want to do that?

No.

I thought you wanted to talk.

Different.

I get that. I really do. You fuck someone, you want to start to talk to them. Real talk. Not chit chat. Not petty stuff. Not gossip.

Exactly.

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