She may not be glamorous, hell, she may not be average, but she was smart. She seen through his manipulative ways; she actually somewhat enjoyed them. But she will win the third battle; not him. She called; three times. Have to make him feel like I need him, she thought. “I had a lot of fun. You know how to do it and what I like,” she said playfully. She decided that, if he was going to screw her, she might as well have her fun taunting him. She met him in a motel and they began to kiss. She licked his; he never hers. Same procedure, this is good, she thought. “I want you baby,” she said. “Really show me what you got.” He thought that this would be candy from a baby, but he was wrong. Twice he tried; the second failure stung more than the last. Both times she had the same bored, deadpan look on her face, waiting for a moment that she would not allow to come. She knew that he really couldn’t satisfy her if she didn’t surrender to him. “I am no princess, I am a queen,” she spat as she left.