I'm visiting you in prison, checking in to see how you're doing. No, I can't touch you here in the visiting room. You tell me how good I look, and how much you miss me, even tearing up a bit. Oh honey, you can't show any weakness in prison! Be a real man and hide your silly feelings. You're being used for sex again, aren't you? God, what a wimpy faggot husband you are. I expected as much, though. In fact, I've taken up with a new man while you're in prison. We go shopping, out to dinner every night, and on vacations, all using your money while you're suffering in prison.

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