It wasn't the milk, I swear. Nobody drinks milk and grows their body and bones and dick like that. And no, I wouldn't grow either, I was destined to be vertically challenged but the view's better down there smand it's easier to give you head so fuck you.

But for real, though, when did you get this bold? When did you get this aggressive? When did you get... hungry? There was something I couldn't touch my finger upon, something akin to determination like when a Rottweiler saw a bunny jump between the bushes.

I can feel you chasing me, in that quiet manner you've always had. Am I right? Was that just my hallucination? But I think you smiled more, and I think even more behind my back when I wasn't watching, or when you pounded me doggy-style and red-painted the fuck outta my ass.

I think you're interesting. I don't know how I found you or why you stayed, but you're interesting. And with biceps that thick and palm the size of my face, tell me—would you fight someone and break their nose for me? Man, and you didn't even know you're hot? Fuck you.