You think she's a
sexual goddess
until she starts having
issues.
It's really cute when she snarls
nasty freakazoid pet names in bed
or gives you a
hand job under the dinner table
at the
country club during your
parents'
anniversary dinner,
but then she makes you
a crown of barbed wire.
You laugh it off until one night
you wake up
tied to the bed.
She insists you need
stigmata.
Based on a friend's ex-girlfriend.