Satisfied, Dallas Winston lay back against the headboard, arms crossed behind his head. I'm the best thing since sliced bread, he thought smugly, watching Sylvia put on one of his t-shirts.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Sylvia said walking in the bathroom.

"You got any cigarettes?" he called after her.

"Check in my purse."

Leaning across the bed, Dallas reached for the ridiculous pink, feathery ball Sylvia called a purse. He pulled out a small carton labelled "Tampax". Must be a new brand, he considered. Damn her, didn't she have any "Kools"? Cursing under his breath, he fumbled with the box, feeling a long stick inside. Only one left? If she thinks I'm sharing, she can think again, he thought barbarically.

Pulling it out, he sat there stunned.

"This is no cigarette," Dallas mumbled puzzled. Flipping the carton over, he skimmed the back below Instructions.

"Holy shit..."

This was a - a - he couldn't even say it. The word was on the tip of his tongue, but it wouldn't come out. Or better said, he didn't want it to come out. But he had to face the truth... "She has a sex toy!"

He sat there with his mouth dropped low. This couldn't be happening to him. Sylvia needed a sex toy, even though she was dating him. Dallas Winston! The best thing since sliced bread! All this time she had been using this thing when he wasn't around. Spending her time with it, instead of him. It meant - it meant...

"I'm not good enough!" he yelled at the stick. "How can I be not good enough? Noooo!!!" He looked up at the celing. "Why, God? WHY?"

Wondering about the noise, Sylvia walked in the room, looking up at the ceiling and back at Dallas, not sure of what to think. She paused, and then slowly spoke.

"Dally, babe? Are you all right?"

"You!" Dallas growled. "How could you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What am I talk - What am I talking about?" he roared shakily, dangling the white stick before her by its string. "This - this sex toy!" he spat."

"My tampon?"

"I don't want to hear your pet names for it!"

"Wait, Dally, you got it all wrong - "

"I don't want to hear it," he snapped, throwing the tampon at her feet. "You don't think I'm good enough, don't you?"

"Dal - "

"Well let me tell you something, Sylvia Christina Davis," Dallas began bravely, his head held up high. "You're not good enough for me!"

And with that Dallas stormed off, not realizing that he was still naked.

Sylvia stared.