xAnd here no one ever, ever had sex. At least not with anyone else. You can well imagine the fellow who decorated this room - mod vinyl boots, Pete-Townsend nose, eyes that turned mean with unnerving speed. He thought this place would impress women, not realizing that every detail makes them fear for their lives. The cheap mattress as a sofa? Please. The plastic pillow? Who wants to put their head on cold sticky hard plastic? And it smells.

Then she looks up at the picture, and realizes that the face is made up entirely of writing female forms. That's when she tries to leave. But the door -

- it sticks -