"Sweetie," said Amanda as she carresed my chest, "Butch doesn't know what he's doing. He's just a weak little moron."
Butch looked up at her as he clenched his fist, "What are you saying, you bitch?!"
You cluck your tounge and shake your head, "Such language! You really should be taught a lesson."
Amanda giggled, "Yeah, I'm sure you can find some way to show this pig a thing or two."
You look at the fallen football player and smile, "Let's see, I've got a couple ideas."