"I know. I've heard it, but it's hard to remember the parables when you're so angry you can scream. I thought, for just a moment, he could be decent, Mom. The previous twelve hours were pretty damn special. He made a wonderful dinner, invited Conor and Brigitte to come spend the night, even made love to me in the most wonderful way imaginable, then pulled this shit because he thought I was some kind of slut or whore? I don't know what the fuck he was thinking, but I was devastated when they came to the door and said they'd been invited to fuck me for eight hours. I couldn't...