It was quiet for a long time. Nobody moved, nobody ate Hannah's delicious, handmade dinner. Lasagna is a labor of love, and it went unloved, for a time, at least.
"What do I do about it?"
Hannah glared, "You need to tell her the full depths of the depravity in your soul. How. f*****g. Badly. You want to f**k butts, all butts, every butt, how you wanna split them open with that horse c**k and fill them with c*m and make those women suck you clean. You need to make it clear how nasty you are, because that's the only thing that will make this make sense to her."
"I-"
Hannah jabbed him with a finger, "Maybe then she can look at you as the enigmatic pervert who gave her an incredible night instead of a f*****g guillotine of embarrassment hanging over her head, waiting to brag about how he b
