Hi MissCuteFeet-Of Italy. The scene opens, I'm lying flat on my back on the bed. My head is resting at the edge of the bed but not going over the edge. (You can use a couch or a chair if you want.) You enter ready to go out on a date with me. But the room reeks of and I'm stooned. You're very mad and say I just don't appreciate having a gorgeous girlfriend like you. I say that you could get any guy you want but you waste your time with me. I tell you to, "Fuck off!" You march over to me and sit straddling my throat looking down at my face sandwiched between your thighs. Your feet are flat on the floor. You say, "What did you say to me?" I attempt to say, "Fuck off!" again. But before I can complete the phrase, you quickly move up and sit right on my face smoothering me in mid sentence so it sounds like I said, "Fuck ophphmmph.!" You laugh hysterically at my come-uppance and start berating me in Italian. I try to push you off but I can't. I try to pry your thighs apart. But you snap them shut tight together so not to let a crack of air through. You this 5 or 6 times 'til the fights gone out of me. When you know the fight's gone out of me, you cross one leg over the other while still sitting on my face like you own me. You cell phone is nearby and you answer it. It's one of your girlfriends. You tell her you're sitting on my face and hold the phone down by your butt so she can hear me muffling under you. You both laugh hysterically and talk in Italian ignoring me as if I'm not even there. THE END