This attitude does not demean me. The fact that I do not particularly like Samson doesn’t mean I shouldn’t take what parts of him I can like and use them for my pleasure. He will never have me. I will have him. For all the people he has trampled on and used down the years, I will be the one alone to reverse the trend. I will be the one he will not forget. His mind will scuttle to some secret thrilling place whenever he thinks of me, which will be often. He will cherish the memory yet hold it as a dark secret that could unpick him in a second if any got to hear of it. I will hold this over him always. He might even hate himself for yielding to me but that is good, because he is hateable. He will love me for it, of that I am certain. I feel stronger than ever, ruder. Twenty years I waited fo
