Why Do You Always Do This?
   Aw, Hell, not again.  Why do you always do this to me?  We come this far, and you back out.  Why?  You love me don't you?  All right, and I love you.  So let's do it.  It's only natural.  Biological.  Look, we love each other, and I'm just going to cut down a couple of trees and take a bit of oil.  That's all, baby.  I know you're anxious, but once it's over, our relationship will be even stronger, ok?  Ok, I'm going to—like Hell you'll scream rape.  Fuck you, quit resisting.  There.  That’s—uh—not—uh—so bad, is it?  Uh.  Whew, baby.  See?  That was fine.  Stop crying.  What are you—why the Hell is it so hot in here?  What the fuck is this now, a hurricane?  In Spring?  In the Arctic?  You brought this on yourself.  You shouldn't have worn that skirt if you didn't want it.  Fuck you.  This relationship is over.