What was even more exasperating to her than all else was the fact that she did feel his loss… that she'd actually been hurt and had begged him not to leave… and that he'd merely stood there by the door grinning at her, his handsome, young white teeth gleaming through the thick, heavy beard she had pampered and groomed for him, his lack of feeling for her as obvious in his hardened eyes as the untold number of men she had walked out on had probably seen in her own!

"Lady, you're a drag… know what I mean?" he'd droned with absolutely no inflection in his twenty year old tone. His young, hazel eyes were cold and empty, dilating from the fix he had shot into himself not twenty-minutes before in her bathroom, a poke of stuff she had bought for him the previous night from a known pusher in Monterey. "Fuck and suck and fuck again, that's all that clogs your pretty warped head. Hasn't anyone ever told you that cunt of yours is for pissing, too?"

"Oh, you… you ungrateful bastard!" Eve had steamed, barely able to hold herself from going at him with her unique set of clawing-talons.

"Ungrateful…? Hey, what's to be grateful for, baby? Like you bathed and fed me and I gave you some cock. So, we all got our kicks, didn't we?" he measured in that same vacant monotone. "I mean, you liked that taming the wild masculine beast, driving him crazy to crawl up between your luscious legs, or just laying there while you sucked the cum right out of the lining of his balls! So I played your game for a few days, but it was all jazz, nothing more, cunny-girl. You bought me some stuff and in payment, I let you use my cock to your heart's content. So what's this grateful shit?"