By now you're probably getting it. That I'm not doing this by the book. And I know that some of you are scared of me. And how weird it must be to feel fear when you have an erection. Like you're betraying yourself. Like you're....not safe. You know that I know this too. That I sense the confusion. But worse, that I'm using it against you. Yet here you are... And It hurts. The dissonance. So, of course, you think I'm evil. Poor thing. But is this true? Or am I just shaper than you had bargained for when you approached me hoping to scratch that itch?