When I first met my master, he had dark circles under his eyes and was wrapped in a bathrobe. As expected, all male insects were the same. Not one of them was any good.
The next time I saw my master, he had one person in each arm, behaving shamelessly and wantonly. As expected, male insects were all pleasure-seekers who couldn't keep it in their pants.
The next time I saw my master, I decided to tie him up and lock him away, where only I could see him. Yes, I would hide him away, where he would belong to me alone.
I saw him again. No, I lost my male partner. I'll never see him again.
