"Of course you do." I growled through my rage, "All men want Molly. No one wants Mary, the boring housewife and loser drop out who can't do better than be a waitress. You all want the skank, the pig, the little fuck doll you jerk off to."

"No, I..." he was confused and finally looked scared, but it was too late to slow me down.

"You just admitted you did! Tell me, Paul, you lay there and jerk off to me in my sweat pants? You get off to thinking of a candlelit dinner with me or you watch those movies when you do it?"

His quickly lowering his eyes...