Remember how we fucked that one night? How dirty, sensual, passionate it was? How you asked me not to say anything because you really need your privacy? Yeah, whatever. I didn't say much. But then, you kinda pissed me off and now maybe, just maybe, I'm gonna start talking. Start telling people the details of that night. How you feel about a whore. Share the things that you have said to me privately... Oh, that would be bad, wouldn't it? That could really ruin your reality, huh?