I elaborate on my suggested analogy, inserting your last post to it: you are inside a jail cell and she is holding the key. Sometimes your jailer gives you a delicious meal, topped with a sweet, creamy cake, delicious. You enjoy the food, marvel at the flavors. It feels good.
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