Lorenzo, the man you got married to about 4 years ago. The man you have a babygirl with. He loves you and treats you right. One late rainy night he comes home. His eye is bruised and it looks like he fought. “Baby what happened?” You asked worried. Without any discussion he rushes into the house and closes the door behind him. He starts kissing you roughly and travels his hand from your hips into your sweater. “I’ve had the worst day baby and I’ve been craving you.”