What's the reason you're single?

*Looks at third leg dangling menacingly from behind me.* *I observe a gleeful smile breaking upon a darkened face.* *I begin to quiver uncontrollably as water drenches my body. I am unsure if the shower is on or my body is naturally preparing for a smooth entry. A frog crawls into my esophagus and hops to my throat.* *I wish to say "My throats already full and I'm a bit dirty from sweating and you don't want to get your member dirty by exploring my backyard." But that will only entice him more to ravish me.* Mustering some courage sound finally comes "No, that's not mine." I heard a voice not of my own. A sexy effeminate voice came from my throat. *I think to myself "Damn that frog" as I prepare for what's to come.*

*Relieved at the reply I become more confident but still wary* "If that's the case, then you could have said please." I retort in a squeal. *I squat down to pick up the soap, keeping my back straight as to not reveal myself. This was the proper way to pick something up, the way ladies were taught. But what was the right way to do it in prison, is there even a right way?* *I reach for the soap and grasp the slippery lather. Thinking I have a firm grip, I begin to rise, but as I do it slithers from my hand to the floor next to the mans leg.* *I chuckle gently trying to get a look at the mans face, but to no avail. It was shrouded by his long hair. I notice his body rifled with tattoos of hellish and demonic things dancing on his tense and pulsating sinew. I look away in fear that his stare alone will assault me.* *Not rising from my position I maneuver my way closer to his body while squatting. I am so close that I can feel the intense heat of his body.* *I grasp for the soap again but more carefully, but it slides away again under the tattooed man.* *He doesn't change his position but merely assures he is not moving, perhaps to show his assertion of power and manliness.* *I object to getting any closer but I relent at the sight of his rippling muscles.* *I willingly close in on my perceived doom. I press my head against his leg reaching between his large angular body. It burns, my face burns from his boiling body. I iron my face with his body struggling for the soap. I pray to all the gods and the force that this soap will spring to life and cling to my hand for dear life as I to this mans leg.* *I urge myself with a push and grasp the soap angrily almost breaking it. It deserved it for being so impudent for running from me. I peel what's left of my face from his leg and reaches up with soap in hand, never looking up as to incur his righteous fury.*

I'd rather focus on things that won't disappear or won't fap on my friends. I'd rather be single and be selfish than to share anything with anyone. Gets kinda lonely which explains why I'm here talking to people HAHA!