"I ran into this gentleman who I had a series of exchanges with in the past."
"Gentleman?"
"Yes."
"OK."
"I wanted him for reasons I didn't know."
"What do you need to know?"
"I need to know enough to get through the weekend-- well...generally."
"Well."
"Well what?'
"Finish the Goddamn story beautiful!"
"Of course. So in exchanges I mean it was only visual."
"Visual?"
"Visual. Well he exchanged a ton of words."
"So where are we in this conversation, because I think I'm lost."
"He's an artist and I was fascinated with his work so I created a private photo exchanging site sent him the link and for a month or so I put up a photo of myself in beautifully arranged seductive poses all while paying close attention to hiding my identity."
"Again?"
"I seduced him every single day for a month. I was privy to the fact that he was capable of searingly coming a part that way."
"So that alone means off you go."
"Yes."
"Is 'Why?' a good question here?"
"I was attracted to something about him. And I was also attracted to his work and I couldn't figure out why."
"Why not stand in front of him and work it out."
"He was married."
"OK. like that has stopped your beach landings before."
"This was different. I hated what he was doing to me. I wanted to burn his mental house down."
"You don't know him, right?'
"Not at all."
"But you punish him based on the feelings he has pulled out of you?"
"Of course."
"Right."
"I wanted to draw him out so he could show me something that I can hate."
"Ok."
"That felt good to say."
"So what happen?"
"He went insane. He descended. He lost himself. He needed to know who I was. I devastated him further with my outstanding rendition of sexy and obscurity in photos."
"You're a bounder."
"I'm worse."
"But what happened next?"
"He came completely undone. I saw this ugliness in a man I had never seen. But more importantly I saw a weakness and in it was what I needed. I was healed. I was sanctified and relieved."
"Did you celebrate by eating a puppy?"
"No, I had a glass of champaign and again I was relieved."