Watch me spew poison...Hell knows no fury

As he laid on top of me panting in the aftermath, he called my name again and again. Then he rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. He patted my hair and back leisurely and then he said, 'Good girl.'

'What did you call me?'
'What?'
'You said good girl.'
'Cos you are. You like it?'
'Sounds weird.'
'Good weird or bad weird?'
'Good weird. Omg, you really do have a fetish for school girls!'

Good weekend. Cos he's with me.