Finally, at the end of her story, he tells her, "OK Lian, so let's just say I broke in here and out of the kindness of my heart I don't steal anything to keep you from getting an ass whooping from your i***t husband. Now, maybe that could be a plan if you just gave me at least some cash. Something you know for the effort. Surely you must have a bit of cash laying around."
"No actually, I have like twenty bucks. He doesn't trust me with much cash. I don't even have my own ATM card either before you ask."
"Jesus . . . what the f**k!" He exclaims growing disgruntled at this impossible situation. He gets up and starts pacing the floor trying to think of a solution.
"Why do I have to be so f*****g nice? Most guys by now would have probably r***d your ass, stole your jewelry and been gone."
