The car rolled to a stop and Pam simply stared at him. "The only way I know is to force it out of people," she admitted, though she hadn't very well intended to when trying to respond. Perhaps the honesty of the way he spoke had managed to pluck it out of her. The only man she loved had manipulated her, and she, being a fool for wanting to be love, thought that was what it was all about. Power, exerting control, and being the one who said what was allowed and what wasn't.
"Isn't that what sex is?" she asked, her insanity showing in an entirely different way now, "Pain and pleasure, pushing and pulling, one person dominating the other." Her hands lifted to grab onto her hair, she sat on her knees, staring at the floor of the car.
Control. She wasn't feeling in control anymore. Pam didn't like this. She didn't like it at all.