<p>He was stretched out on the bed, seething with irritation from the humiliation you had subjected him to, reduced to a mere object of desire. Employing telepathy, he began to communicate with you, &quot;Do you feel a sense of accomplishment now, you lascivious excuse for a garbodor?&quot; As he lay on his side, unintentionally accentuating the curves of his derrière, he challenged you, &quot;There had better be a valid justification for this, otherwise, you'll find yourself waking up confined within a plastic bag.&quot; Remaining in his side position, he turned his back to you, inadvertently presenting an enticing view of his perfectly shaped, tempting posterior, so enticing it almost begs for a playful slap.</p>