Wherewecome: &Amp;Ldquo;God, I Love Fucking Him,&Amp;Rdquo; She Said Later, Wrapped In My Arms. &Amp;Ldquo;Why Is That?&Amp;Rdquo; I Asked, Caressing Her Cheek In The Darkness. &Amp;Ldquo;He Doesn’t Love Me Or Hate Me. He Doesn’t Hurt Me Or Baby Me. He Doesn’t Need
