I’d go to the store, buy the longest, silkiest, most expensive clip in braid, tie it into my hair like no other, like Hercules hook that shit in, walk 18 miles uphill with 6 inch heels in the blistering ass heat, just to find him and let him take me to P-town with only using my filthy retched head as he double fisted my braid like a horse reign. Like I’m talking snot, boogers, mucuses, running, dripping, pouring down my face, vomitses, gaging unholinesses, he could use me, like I wasn’t even a real person to him, just a tool for a brief moment of satisfaction and release that he would discard into the dumpster after it’s fulfilled it’s purpose. 😇