We should have a little talk. I used to think it was really sweet that you would wait for Me to get home from dates with my boyfriend so you could hear all the details. You wanted to know all about my lover and his BBC, you wanted every detail didn't you? But then you'd be sulky. I expected it. I thought you were upset that another man was so much better than you. But no... It turns out, you were jealous. Not jealous of him, jealous of ME! I found all of your secret porn and I know what the problem is now. Did you expect I'd take him home and share him with you?