" See, that’s what I want more of. A little spunk!" " Fuck off!" I yell, shocking myself with my vulgar language." Ooh, yes, carry on, you filthy-mouthed bitch!" I gasp and swing around, finding him grinning from ear to ear. " Wanker." " Cow." " Tosser." He grins some more. " Dog." " Shirt-lifter," I retort." Tart." I recoil, horrified. " I am not a tart! "