See, that’s what I want more of. A little spunk!""Fuck off!" I yell, shocking myself with my vulgar language."Ooh, yes, carry on, you filthy-mouthed bitch!"I gasp and swing around, finding him grinning from ear to ear. "Wanker.""Cow.""Tosser."He grins some more. "Dog.""Shirt-lifter," I retort."Tart."I recoil, horrified. "I am not a tart!