"I don't know what kind of boys you've been with,” I bring my hand out to caress her cheek, "but I can't let you go another second without showing you that there's not a damn thing you could do to disappoint me. And that you not getting off is not a you problem. That's a man's job. And instead of the guy owning up to the fact that he doesn't have the slightest clue what a real woman like you needs, he decided to make you feel bad about it."
