"Is this feeling I'm feeling right, Mister? I'm not even supposed to be here. If my parents found out that I was hanging out with you here in Prague-23 they'd kill me. They'd kill YOU, Mister. Oh, Mister! Oh wow...what is that you're doing to me? How do you do that? How can you make that happen here in this feeling-room by just using your words? You're not even talking. I can't even hear a word you say but you're still using all those creepy words. Those violent vowels and creepy consonants. How do you do that? No boy I know can do that creepy thing with his words, not like YOU Mister. Nobody creams me like you do me, Mister...Jesus Christ, Mister! What in God's name are you doing to me? Your words make me wanna go back home to bed so that I can just play with myself and make myself feel real good. But all I can do right now is just open up my nipple valves and cum..."