I want to just blather on to you (manic, am I manic, am I am I? you talking to me?* did you fuck my wife?!*) about last night and how amazing you were, and brave (which you always are) and baby, I am so proud of you and you are so beautiful, always, but especially when you do the difficult things, when you struggle, when you are my little bitch, when you are this slutty thing and you are somehow small and open and ready and compliant and helpless and I adore you like that and love that you give me that. More, baby, I always want more.