you still don’t know who I am, do you? Well, I remember you, big shot. you broke My heart many years ago. I was always your cheap “on the side” broad; and I was so smitten with you I had no idea. Then you go off into the Army and NEVER even wrote Me once. Then I heard you were married and still cheating around and I was told exactly where you hung out. I knew all about your LEATHER fetish and knew all I had to do was dress up and sure enough up to the bar you came with your “lame” pickup line. I put something in your drink (obviously) and now you’re ALL MINE. What are you gaping at - this? Yeah, it’s big, black and thick; but I have many more much bigger; but what’s the hurry lover boy? you’ll never get out of here alive!