Climb into my empty chamber, lovely, oh, I've got words for you. Tomorrow you'll be but a trail of smoke and I'll be on to something new. But not happily... You can be my new obsession, I'll love you deeply and impossibly fast. The catch, my dear, is only this: the love tends not to last. But the speed of something doesn't lessen effect, often the opposite is true. Why, just imagine a human body when a bullet comes tearin...

"I cannot have sex with you," she pants, coming up for air amidst a heavy five-minute make-out session. Her words echo through the house, which is decorated with an almost conspicuous number of pictures of her husband and children. I hear the dog yawning in his bed by the sofa. It’s fine. I can practically set my watch by these obligatory protestations. She doesn’t do this, after all. It’s not a line; she really doesn’t....