my panties are still wrapped around my ankle , dangling there like the useless piece of cloth they are . i want to start our lives together . d be marked-for all purposes , dead . except that she had the mark . he was n't grunting like some kind of hog , which was nice , just softly groaning low in his throat , a constant sound . `` i can understand why he 'd be angry , but imagine him trying to tell us it might not be the same painting ! '' 