I have a confession to make ladies I'm not much of a love maker. I can do everything else for you open up doors, pull out chairs, and hold a conversation with the best of them. I can be everything you want me to me in a boy friend except a love maker. I'm not going to lay there and caress you, moving slow while listening to Kenny G's greatest hits, kissing on you, crying with "love you NO I love you" that's some punk ass shit. Don't get me wrong I'm gentlemen but when it comes to the bed room. I only know one speed BLOW YOUR BACK OUT SPEED. I was raised by a single mother and my mom is gangster so she didn't raise know punk. With that said being a love maker isn't in my blood I'm a fucker. But sometimes being a fucker can get you in a whole lot of trouble. Being a fucker can damn near be dangerous. One night I was blowing my ex girl friends back out. Well the lights where off and I accidentally put it in the wrong hole. Yes I accidentally put it in the pooper. Fella's I'm not sure if you ever made that mistake but if you ever stuck it in pooper your girl will make noise that will haunt you for the rest of your life. I know my girl was in pain because she just lay there face down, ass up barking like a seal from Sea World. I panicked I mean I never heard her make a sound like that. I tried to come with the right words to make her feel better the only thing I could come up with is what my football coach use to tell me whenever I got the wind knocked out of me in practice. I told her "WALK IT OFF". I said Walk it off shit happens your tough right? Well she couldn't even respond she was in pain and furious beyond words. I knew I was in trouble the next day. I was afraid she was going to beat my ass in my sleep so I slept on the couch that night. I knew she was going to get me back for the walk it off comment I just didn't know when. There is nothing more scarier then the unknown.