Once upon a time, there was a skinny young man who hated his boss for chastising him, so on a dark night when his employer was working late, the young man decided to burglarize his house. As he was stuffing a pillowcase full of heavy silver, the boss's fat wife, whom the skinny young man hated because she had been kind to him, came down the stairs. Dropping the pillowcase with a clatter, he rushed the woman, held a knife to her throat, and forced her into a nearby bedroom for punishment. She was twice his size, but because he was a man and had a knife, she was at his mercy.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" he chanted as he pulled her legs apart, held down her arms, and attacked her ruthlessly.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," she whispered as her great, motherly womb accepted his masculine rage, then, in rhythm with his every stroke, absorbed him into herself until he was no more.
Afterwards, the woman lay still for a few minutes, then lurched out of bed and walked down the hall, emptied the silver out of the pillowcase, and put it all back back in its proper place again.
This short-short may seem familiar to you because it's a revision of a piece Fiorella wrote several years ago. She hopes she's improved it.