You can't stand it. You just can't stay on your own side of the map. Instead, thanks to the blessed miracle of a t-1 line, you're face appears on my machine, so happy and available. so vulnerable and available. It's your red cord in the window. You're just looking for someone to lift your spirits. Lucky thing, you've got a boy on demand. "I'm open, come on in" you invite with tanned hands, cheap jewelry, pixel-perfect.

It's the thrill of the chase, the blush of a compliment, that sound of your name in his mouth, how easy! and it seems to be getting even easier. You're handing out A after scarlet A. The subversive heroine, you play the part with a bleeding heart. You will kill.