You love the escape I provide by turning you into a stupid, sending slut. When we're together, you don't have to think for yourself; I take the reigns and you just listen. My objectified, mindless, sending robot! That doesn't change the fact that you're overcome with guilt and shame the next morning, but that's all part of the fun, you see? I've been noticing that you've been getting a little desensitized lately. Today I'm going to take you down deep with Me. I know you get so worked up when you have to call your bank and have them approve your stupidity. You know you're right on the edge, logic and reason trying to redirect you, but we both know... I always win.