You know you ain't the brain I want;And I know I ain't no debutante.Until some magic power evictsYou from me, we're stuck in this fix!So let's live to...ether; let's compromise.You can do girly crap away from prying eyes.Alone and in-private every once and awhileDress me all up ... and maybe I'll smile.***"the angry the girls" -->Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay. ‘That bastard she went out with tonight attacked her,’ was all I could think of to say. ‘How do we know you didn’t do this?’ Jean’s mother demanded. ‘Don’t be silly, woman. He might act like a bloody idiot. But he wouldn’t be stupid enough to bring her home in this condition if he’d done it to her. Now go and make Jean some tea. No, better see if we can get some brandy down her. I’m going to call the police.’ I said that I had better be leaving, but Jean’s farther said the police would want. I knew that she would like it that way from some of the conversations I overheard between her and my wife while they drank. Christie told her that she liked it when a man took her for his own pleasure. She liked the used feeling. She didn’t want to be raped or tied up but she really liked it when the man was so horny that all he thought about was his own pleasure. I was feeling that way and she knew it.Plunging into Christie repeatedly was just pure selfish pleasure. There was no need to even. The DNA test will reveal more, but that evidence won’t be available until tomorrow or the next day.” The detective closed his note pad, handed me his business card and said, “We’ll stay in touch. If you can think of anything more, don’t hesitate to contact me.” *** We called Marika’s mom and asked her if we could stay with her. The drive home was mostly in silence. I eventually asked, “Are you going to be okay?”She seemed shaken when she replied, “What do you think? The police exam was a.