I admit, that phone call wasn't the best-judged thing I've done. Not my finest hour - I was a little embarrassed, though it seems to have worked out. [No, he'd been mad as hell, he'd tingled all over his body for hours.] I wanted you to know I could do the same to you. Make you into whatever I wanted you to be.
I still think my clothes would suit you. We'd have to comb your hair.
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I admit, that phone call wasn't the best-judged thing I've done. Not my finest hour - I was a little embarrassed, though it seems to have worked out. [No, he'd been mad as hell, he'd tingled all over his body for hours.] I wanted you to know I could do the same to you. Make you into whatever I wanted you to be.
I still think my clothes would suit you. We'd have to comb your hair.