a/n: Next chapter. God, I love Lisa. This one was quite fun to write.

Thanks to Nicola, my reviewer. Hope you liki this one as much as the first. X x

enjoys.

So. That was fun.

Her eyes are huge. She looks like a little china doll. I didn't think curls like that actually existed. Must be a bitch to brush. She could blow Janice away with those eyelashes – they are l-o-n-g. And what the hell was she weaing? Something out of a fairytale. Pink.

These people don't think I plan. But I do. Every action has been thought out before done. It has to be. Keeps the place alive, everyone watching. I'm much more interesting then the God Box most of them are glued to. I didn't see any eyes on 'I Love Lucy' when I jumped her. They love stuff like that. I take it as my unoffical job around here to bring these people some entertainment.

She didn't scream though, which struck me as odd. She comes across as shrieks for warden if you look at her type. But obviously not. She didn't make a sound, even when I sunk my teeth into her. A brooding type, perhaps. Comes across as pathetic but is really tough as... me.

I love the dignifed ones. So georgous when giving head.

Her face when I dropped the Colarad line... its things like this I live for, honestly. Eyes round, mouth opens in a perfect 'o' shape.

She won't know what hit her once I'm done.

I get off lightly. No solitary, just a long session with Melvin. Yes, I'll keep my hands to myself. No, I don't know why I did it. Yes, that's probably it. I'm jealous of her. Yes, there are other ways to control my jealousy. No, I won't do it again. Changing situation, same answers. It works every time.

Into the sitting room. Television on again. And look who it is – my new best friend.

I sit down next to her, noting (with mild pride) the tiny cuts my teeth made in her full cheeks. I expect no eye contact, shifting away, walking off. Instead, she turns to me with unmasked fury. I allow my mouth to curl into a smirk, and pull out my cigerettes from my pocket. I do love an encore.

"Want one?" I say as sweetly as I can manage, offering her the packet.

Jamie's eyes do not flicker from mine. "How do you know about Ben Colarad?" She demands, sitting perfectly still.

I light one, carefully drawing in a breath of smoke and blowing it out in careful rings. They frame her perfect face. My china doll. I take another drag. And another, without breaking eye contact.

Her hand twitches in her lap. Nose scrunches from the smoke. "Well?" She finally hisses, unable to contain it.

"Baby," I sigh, tossing my arm across the back of the couch and leaning closer, "What I know about you could fill several small books." Or a very large folder, but I keep that thought to myself.

Her forhead creases, and she draws her perfectly plucked eyebrows together. She leans back, away from me. Uncomfortable. I inch closer.

"How old am I, then?" She finally demands, watching my smoke rings.

"Sixteen." I answer without hesitation.

"And who is Ben Colarad?"

"Your boyfriend."

Her lips curl up in a triumphant smile. "Wrong."

"Yeah, I know. He was your foster dad. I didn't want to freak you out."

She jerks her shoulder, about to rise. I lean back, pulling out another cigerette and watch her.

Like all of them, she turns back. "And how do you know all this?" She asks, pretend confidence plastered across her face.

I lean forward slowly. No one is left. Past everyone's bedtime. But she waited up for me. I slowly run my hand through her golden curls, pulling her ever so slightly closer. Her eyes are wide, fixed on mine.

She's addicted now.

"I know more about you then you do." I whisper in her ear. I slowly masage her scalp.

"But how do you know?" She whispers back, frozen beneath me.

I skip a beat. "Because I run the place. I know everything here."

Her eyes search mine. "You've read the.. the paperwork." She murmers.

I let go so of her suddenly she jerks back, shocked. Slowly clap my hands together, give her a grin. "Well done, sweet pea.."

I get up now, make my way slowly back to my room, where I will lie awake until the morning. I never sleep.

This, you see, is why I need entertainment during the night.

I know she'll follow. Sure enough, there is a tug at my elbow.

"Can you show me them?" She asks quietly, hand resting on my arm.

I smile back. She has no hope in hell.