You know what, I’ve had a really stressful week. Boy after boy has pissed me off in one way or another and I’m at my wit’s end. Unfortunately for you, you’re my last appointment of the week. So, I’m going to let out all of my frustration on your hide. That’s right. You’re going to be my little whipping boy. Your role in this life is to be my punching bag to make myself feel better. The only two ways I know how to release this level of frustration are A) to fuck someone or B) to hit someone. I’m certainly not going to fuck a little loser like you, so we’re left with option B. Brace yourself you little slut. You’re about to see what real anger looks like.