“How can you say that? You don’t know what the future holds.” I gather up all my patience. “I do know the future. I’m not breaking up with you, and if you try to leave me, as politically incorrect as this is, I won’t let you. I’ll kidnap you, lock you up in my apartment, feed you, buy you nice things, come make love to you twice a day. You gave me your body when you had never given it to anybody else, and you took mine in return.” I give her a mock look of hurt. “Are you going to throw me away like a used dishcloth?”
