Tell me about the first time you sensed my vulnerability.
The first time you knew I could be manipulated by your eyes as easily as by your hands- those goddam fingers.
Was it so obvious?
Did I appear to be that naive, that in need of guidance?
When did you see my willingness- my obligation to please?
It was well known by you, well abused by you.
But most importantly, when did you stop caring enough to do this to me..