No, but for other reasons.

The heavy man above continues to fire volley after volley into you, it doesn't ever seem to end. He slumps on top of you, grunting as he starts to snore. Your ire has been raise as you lean over to unlock the doors from the driver's side, then throw his heavy ass out onto the street before climbing into the driver's side. You start the car and drive the now stolen vehicle, looking for an all night shop to find some new tires. You'll be sure to leave the fuck his car, it smells rotten anyway.

You chuckles a bit at yourself, reminding yourself about that curse that gypsy bitch gave you, and how it kept you from doing anything fun. Well, you've just been **** and you're certainly no **** to that ugly fuck!

Although, if we take a good, microscopic look at the seed the **** laid into you, we'd find that thanks to the amount of **** he's been doing to himself among other factors, we'd find that his semen is lacking sperm, and he's been firing blanks all his life.

Granted, you, Emily, don't know this, and you feel really good about yourself, and probably are going to be much less careful from now on, aren't you?