Jack, he's sprawled out on his strinne-green stripe patterned couch, and he's toying with himself through his boxers, and I think, here we go.

Another ten minutes of this shit.

Me, I watch Jack as he reaches down the front of his blue-plaid boxers, and I wonder, how long am I going to be forced to watch this until he lets me out?

He's tugging at himself bitterly, really doing a number on his dog, and Jack, he's thinking of Marla.

Marla.

Marla.

That bitch Marla Singer.

What he doesn't understand is, he loves Marla. Well, I love Marla. That's what I was made for. Marla. The part of him who could never hate her.

Well, that's not all the way true. Me, I'm versatile. I serve a dual purpose.

Jack, he's jerking off, but he's also subconsciously creating me.

Jack, he's picturing the perfect man. The one who's hands and mouth he'd rather be using right now.

Blonde hair, blue-eyed angel, he thinks. Broad shouldered. Big calloused hands, he's thinking, and I'm thinking, oh yeah.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

I'm already here. I've been right here.

You remember that time, Jack, when Miss Chestnut in the seventh grade found that little notebook of yours, the pages detailing your perfect man and your perfect fuck?

You remember how they sent you to therapy with that fat son of a bitch Dr. Winter, and how Dr. Winter's kid Josh beat the shit out of you on the playground the next day, because he knew you were a fag?

Remember how you wanted someone who could destroy him? Mash his face into nothing but meat held together with strips of skin and teeth underneath?

I've been right here, growing with you, waiting.

In your sophomore year of college, where you had your first drunken romp with another guy, and you woke up hating yourself because that's not the way it happened in your fantasies?

I was there, and yeah, I was there to love you.

Because that's what you wanted, right?

You needed me.

And Jack, when he comes, he's thinking of me, deep down inside, but he's not going to let me out.

Goddamnit, it would just be so easy…

But hey, he needs me. He's been patiently waiting for me to be born, and who I am to try to force my way out?

He's got a business trip coming up, anyways…