"Yea, once. Still regret it. He was a right fuck head and got what he deserved in the end." She keeps working as she talks. "Judging by the hole you are burning in the side of my head, I am guessing you want more than that? Fine. My first boyfriend was in my last year of highschool, so I was almost 19 years old. He was your average human guy with an interest in other races. We dated for a while and things were fine. However, over time, I noticed how... possessive he was. Everywhere I went, he had to know. Everyone I hung out with he wanted to know. It was like every detail of my life had to be approved by him. One night I went to an innocent party without telling him. the next day he was livid and screamed at me about it. My dad told me not to just lay down and take that crap so I yelled back. He ended the yelling with "Possessions don't make their own choices." and that told me everything I needed to know. I dumped him right then and there which only pissed him off more... so he slapped me. I guess he forgot my father is a ship captain, which means military trained, because he came storming over faster than you could blink and laid him out flat. After explaining to his parents about why... that was the end of it, never saw him again."
