When words come out of your mouth, do you mean them? You know, like 'I love you'?" Yes, but Jenn..." But nothing. I can see from your bookcase that yo...u read a lot." Or I buy a lot of used books at yard sales." Smartass! You read a lot." Point being?" Romantic love versus arranged marriages. Couples. Commitments. All that stuff of sociological import." My, we are a literate little thing when we're pissed..." If you want an ignorant bimbo, you stopped at the wrong disaster, buddy. Now listen to. Everybody how are you all doing among yourselves, huh? everyone kool? well I would hope that y'all, or you's are, or is however said be that of the person of I myself speaking some, or such correct, proper, standard English grammar being of the American dialect, or not, or be I myself speaking that being of 'the-king's-english', or a form, or fashion of eubonics as in street-slang, be at least feeling okay if not better yet to be possibly said alright, or best of all to be said feeling blessed. This was his male violence coming through. "I ... I was kind of violent, I guess. I'm sorry!" Yeah, you were." But then she smiled and said, "But it was OK." But then I just got lucky that you didn't mind, right? God, we men are rapists, just like they always said!" Well, it wasn't rape, really. I wanted it, just not plastered nearly upside down against the bars." God, I'm so sorry." It was fine, as it turned out. Quite a memory! But I think I'd rather do it from the rear on the floor from now. She was wearing her black Oriental robe and he could feel nothing beneath it. They parted briefly and both stared at each other for a moment, Roger with a look of surprise and delight on his face and Eleanor with a more composed smile and a more compelling look. She took his hand and held it up to her mouth and kissed it. ‘Welcome home, Roger.’ she said softly and seductively. ‘I’ve missed you.’ Roger pulled her toward him and kissed her soundly and deeply, his lips crushed against hers, his.