I never want to have any other man's name on my lips. They are yours.
Oh my, I'm getting all worked up. I took another picture for ya, lady, what do ya say?
Jonny slides into the room looking devilishly debonair.
This is how you do it youngster:
Have you ever considered that maybe you blatantly ask for the abuse?
Nope. That would make me an emotional cripple.
So why is it that you keep coming back here for a man that doesn't truly care for you?
Thrills and laughs, fun and sport, shits and giggles?
His feelings are his own and mine are my own.
If she lost that, what else would she have left to talk about?
