I wish it could happen! We'd drink beers and play guitar together. And cover Thunders and Velvet Underground. Then he would ask if he could pop some pills or shoot some H, and I would insist on no drugs in my house and encourage him to drink more beer. Then after he got really drunk he would hold a knife to my throat (later claiming that it was all in good fun), at which point I would elbow him in the face and proceed to beat him into a pile on the kitchen floor. After my rage wore off I would lift him up, kiss him on the cheek and tell him that I love him and that I never meant to hurt him, but that he made me do it.
Then I would carry him into the bedroom and lay him down on the bed, grabbing a wet cloth to wipe his wounds. The loving attention would turn into sexual passion as we started to kiss and feel eachother's bodies. As my passion grew stronger and stronger, he would become timid and ask me to stop. As already displayed earlier in the night, I am unable to control my stronger instincts, and so the loving passion turns into wild rape.
After the rape I would once again apologize and tell him that I love him and I never wanted to hurt him.
Then we would both do heroin together and I would kick him out of my house and tell him "Go back to your filthy fucking America, you swine!"
Oh... I wrote this before Davy responded. The response is for Tim. But Davy, if you like being raped, come on over.