“I don't want to sleep with you in one room. Honestly, it makes me feel sick.”
“But we're a couple! It's so sad being together but sleep alone. Come on, Frank.” I said with a sulky face.
“Just be happy I'm here with you. You can't demand just everything."

"By the way, I've got some other things I want to discuss with you.” He took a bite from his chickenwing, and turned down the sound of the tv. “Listen, I'm here with you now, and I know what will eventually happen. But I want a say in all this. I want to know when you're... like, in the mood, so that I can prepare. Mentally, or spiritually maybe. Then I want to choose how it's gonna happen and when.” I looked at him and tried to say something, but he kept me from it. “No, I think that's only fair, it's my body and my life. I don't want to be in pain, or have a fight with you, so I'll pick the place and time and method.” He threw me a stern look, and waved at me to signal that I could speak now.
“That'll spoil all the fun, Frank. How can it be fulfilling or exciting when we take out every bit of surprise! We'll do this to satisfy my needs, however apalling that must sound to you, and this way I don't think it'll be any fun. I mean, maybe you'll choose an overdose of sleepingpills or... or some painless poison. Wow, that'll be a thrill for me!”
“Don't you dare critisize me! Don't you dare to complain! I'm here only because you threatened me, so it'll be the least you can do for me, Mandy!” I looked at him angrily, but then sighed.
“Maybe you're right.”
“I am right.” he said. His face was pale and I knew he felt awfull.I shrugged, and slowly pulled a piece of meat of my chicken.

I didn't like what Frank had supposed, and felt disappointed. But I didn't know how I could change things. And it couldn't be easy for Frank to be in this situation, so I had to be lenient with him. We sat in silence for a while and I let all kinds of thoughts go through my head.
“But...” I started. “I mean, you know I want a bit of violence, that's what this is all about. To have an outlet for my agression. If you choose this quiet method, I won't have that outlet. It won't work.”
“It's got to work, otherwise... I don't know what would happen then, but we have to make it work. That asks for compromises from the both of us. I'll sacrifice myself, my whole life here, Mandy. You'll have to practice to get satisfaction out of...this more modest... way of killing me.” He almost choked in this last sentence and threw the chickenbone against the televionscreen, where it left a greasy streak. He got up and ren to the toilet, where I heart some ugly sounds. I knew he was right.