Here I am in My hotel room for another wedding I have been asked to be in - and boy do some of these other women HATE Me being here. All of their men are staring at Me and I have My choice of anyone I want. I see who looks like they have money and is staring at Me like a fat kid looks at cake. I stroll by and let them catch a whiff of My scent and then I begin to ruin their lives. And really, don't they deserve it? Don't I deserve it? They will never get over Me and neither will you...
