And so Susan - it must be said - poses a little. She knows what the lines of her naked body look like, stretched like this, arms curved above her head to shake her mess of half-braided hair loose of its tangle. She knows, too, that her chest is still a little flushed from their coupling, and that the marks he left on her body are visible in the weak wintery daylight streaming through her window. She shakes her head more vigorously than is strictly necessary, allowing her body to shake with the effort, and then runs her fingers through the strands to make sure they're all smooth and loose.