I know you have it, I know you have my other glove. I don't know if you took it because of your disgusting desires, I don't know if you took it to touch yourself with and to pretend that it was my hand slipped into the soft, shiny PVC, or if you took it so that I couldn't hold it over your nose and mouth, to control your breaths, but what I do know is that you took it, and I am going to find out where you put it.