Whatever you say Yurskin...you've changed your story so many times now no one can keep track.
But you go right on pretending you weren't out for another patented pity party...we believe you...
He wants you Yurt. I would be afraid. Sickeningly afraid. It's like in 100's in Texas which means he will be sweating like a stuck wart hog and smelling slightly worse.
Ewwwwww-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!