7:54. That’s how long it took this boy to realize that he FORGOT TO PUT HIS HOOD ON. Which costs my editor more to blur his fetishy little head out of the shot. So I punish him extra, extra.

But can I blame him for being distracted by me? I tease. I jerk. I whisper. And he has a string in his mouth all the while to keep himself entertained with the thought of partial control.