...you rape Nancy Grace and then watch her seek justice for this indiscretion on her show? I never used to have these thoughts. Way back in the day, I used to have nothing more than a passing hatred for Mrs. Grace. But as time went on and my horizons broadened, I discovered the charm of the southern belle. At that point, the sweet drawl in her voice pierced my hatred and melted my heart. I wanted to ravish her with my affection and, in the truest sense, make love to her. But as time went on, her public persona showed no crack through which my affection could penetrate. This angered me and, eventually, my vision of our soft, warm love making turned rough and domineering. Eventually, I no wanted to show her affection. I wanted to force her to feel the wrath of my pent up sexality. I want to destory her. And I don't care if she wants it or not.
Does anyone else feel this way about Nancy Grace? Do you ever worry that one day, fantacizing won't be enough?
Does anyone else feel this way about Nancy Grace? Do you ever worry that one day, fantacizing won't be enough?
