“Fifteen minutes is all I ask.”
“Why?”
“Because with me, it only takes fifteen minutes.”
“So you think that fifteen minutes with me would suffice?”
“Why not? Everyone who had ever kissed me in a drunk stupor took fifteen minutes only. That’s how long it took for other men to pull down my skirt, to unhook my bra and leave me panting. Fifteen minutes – I ask you now for just these fifteen minutes to make me feel good.”
“I don’t want those fifteen minutes.”
“Please. I’m begging you.”
“And it won’t work, because you aren’t worth fifteen minutes.”
“What else am I worth then?”
“A lifetime. Beg me for a lifetime instead. Forget fifteen minutes – I want to give you a lifetime.”
