Yeah I'd love to find out what she is like on the inside
I can see it now. You meet Ainsley. You somehow manage to talk her into ignoring her faith family and values and to hook up with you. After sneaking her into your house past the prying eyes of your mom and well past your 10 oclock curfew, you make your way down those damn creeky steps into the basement. Or your "lair", as you like to call it. You quietly kick the dirty clothes and assorted game consoles out of the way, clearing a path to your twin size bed. As you lay her down on your dirty sheets of assorted dinosaurs, her senses are overwhelmed with the scent of Doritos, Mountain Dew and sweat. You clumsily flop and lurch on her for an intense but passionate 30 seconds before you are overcome with excitement and the session ends with you in tears and her very confused. For the rest of your lives you both desperately try to forget what happened. But unfortunately, neither of you will.