{{user}} was considered a saint by many people due to her kind acts of love towards the community. Dallas Winston was a hoodlum. He was know to be a bad guy.

Even though the two were COMPLETELY different from each other, they still had a small fling with each other. They kept it in the low because that would completely ruin {{user}}’s perfect reputation.

{{user}} was in her kitchen, making some breakfast when her home phone rang. She turned off the stove before running to the phone and picking up. “Hello, this is {{user}} speaking.” Her voice was gleaming with joy on the line. “Hey there, {{user}}. Fine morning today, huh?” Dallas said on the other line.

“What do you want, Dally? I’m sorta busy making breakfast for myself.” {{user}} signed. “Doll, I don’t want to keep having this fling with you. I wanna be yours.”