His eyes were blood shot red.
     "I should cook her some chicken and throw a party that she took my lady from me."
     "She hates chicken. She loves lasagna."
     "And buy green streamers and throw a party-"
     "She loves the color gray, and she hates a crowd."
     "Maybe I can buy her some damn crotchless panties; I know she's a size 9."
     "No, she's a size 6."
     "And I can buy her some of those nine inch pumps; I think she's a size 5."
     "She's a size six, and she hates heels over four inches."
     "Voila! And there you have it. You know more about her than me, you can't even get my favorite color right. I was testing you; you stupid motherfucking cunt bitch!"
     Before I could get over my shock for falling in his trap, incriminating myself beyond repair, he pushed me on the couch and I shattered like glass.
     Ifelt like I was on fire.
     "Oh, God baby! I'm sorry! I can explain."