Even men who don’t necessarily want to sleep with me, still want to know what it’s like to sleep with me. I’ve always wondered if it’s a father’s burden to know his daughter is probably very good in bed from the way men act around her. Just watching me on the court, they know my energy turns me into a beast. They want to know. And it makes it even more tantalizing because as far as they can tell, no one knows. These walls are impenetrable. I won’t give it out. It creates a paradox of magnetic proportions.
Guys like to show domain by what they sleep with. Particularly when intimidated. With a girl like me, I’m a tiger, I’m a panther, I’m a night creature that stalks your dreams. You don’t talk about Fight Club. You don’t talk about sex. You don’t have sex. But you will follow this woman to the death.