I asked her who shewas. It appeared that she did not like my question and she frowned at me with alook of distaste. Then in a very loud and rude tone ...he asked me “who are youand why are you asking about me?”.I had not expected such crude retort from her. I felt very much insulted andbecame angry. I said “madam — give respect and be polite when you talk”.She replied even more angrily “why should I be polite? — you are unknown person— not only you ring the doorbell and trouble me — you also want. I’d compare it to kissing your sister, but that comparison doesn’t work for you!”I chuckled, “Uh, no, I guess it doesn’t. Are you sure it’s OK for me to call Aimee?”“Call her, have a good time, send her home happy, and then come home and sleep with me.”“I do have a couple of things I want to talk to you about,” I said.“You know I’m always here to talk. What’s bothering you?”We were just about to Bethany’s house at that point. I stopped and took her in my arms and hugged her gently.“Are you up. I'm such a greedy little message-fucker. Your fucking inbox-slut, wanting to stuff my whore PMs with your filthy messages. Spurt your words deep inside me while you shout insulting invectives at my worthless writing. Feed this depraved dickslut all your dirty diction, big boy. I can't get enough of your epithets.==========Subject Line: Do As I Say, BitchGrushaVashnadze: You want my message shoved up your inbox, bitch, play with it first.Go on, spread it wide so I can see your wet pink folders. Just get outta here." No, listen, Jane--" Don't call me Jane." She interrupted, "Get out." I'm sorry." Leave. Now."Sullen, Aaron did as she commanded. As he got to the door, he let out aheartbroken sigh. He took one last look at her beautiful face, finecheekbones, grass-green eyes and soft lips, contorted into a scowl, andknew that he couldn't let go. He just needed to give her some time.She spent the next day sitting by the window, watching raindropssplatter against the pane. She was, for the.