I have this guy friend who is against perverted stuff. He has a friend who’s QUITE the pervert. He gets mad at him and complains to me. I listen. I laugh because he has no idea that I’m a bigger pervert than him. I’ll stay in my pervert closet, so you’ll never know how much I wanted you. All those little things I did, I did to arouse you. I guess your body felt it, because soon you had a tent. And looking all embarrassed you said, “I have to go, sorry.” It’s OK to be a pervert too. But as long as I love you, I’ll never tell you.