You know I still care about you, my cuckold, darling... in my own way. You’re my sweet little nothing — always watching, always hoping, always so pathetically loyal. And while you sit there, I’ll be with a real man tonight... his hands, his body, his hunger... God, the way he takes me — rough, hungry, unstoppable. Maybe, if you beg like the useless thing you are, I’ll tell you every filthy, beautiful detail about me and him...