"if i was burmese, then my life would be pretty bad."

Tucker the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ doesn't merely "♥♥♥♥" you. It's not regular, in-and-out sex. It's not even the borderline-abusive stuff like I have with your mom. A Tucker ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ starts at your anus and keeps going until it finds bone. He will work himself into your body until he's not so much ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ you as wearing you. Your blood will be his lubricant. When no part of your body is left to receive him, he will begin ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ your soul.

I'm staring at you from your window. You notice and freak out. You make sure to cover every last bit of the window with curtains. So focused are you on this task that you don't notice the breathing on your neck.

Ahhh mate, you're from England, do you know the Queen?

+rep :-) thank you :*