"When the personnel hits a ten on the attractive scale, I guess. We all need a nice view to relieve our daily stress from time to time." He looks up at me this time, locks me dead in the eye with a severe tone, and I know one hundred percent he's only saying this to wound me because of this, last night, what yesterday was, but it still stabs me in the heart. We're in the midst of the cold war again, and I swallow hard as my emotion gets the better of me.

"You're an asshole. Go screw yourself." He touched a nerve, the one weakness I don't think...