I'm getting ready to go on a date. Can you guess who it is? I call it a date, but you and I both know there's no dating... only fucking. It's such a shame that I have to go elsewhere to be pleased... to be satisfied. You know that you don't satisfy me and that's the reason I have to fuck another man. Frankly, if you weren't such a disappointment, I wouldn't have to do it. You're making me fuck another man! You've only got your idiot self to blame. So, why are you in the bathroom? The fact is, I have to keep you on your toes. I have to remind you what's yours, but not really. You see, we're married. We have a lovely home. You work hard to provide for me -- us! Sorry, I mean, us. This is just a gentle reminder that you married the most beautiful woman you could ever hope to have. And it's good that you know this.
