No

Sometimes, as much as you hate to admit it, you have a depraved side to you that often wins out, and seeing Martina McBride, who you've literally spent two decades lusting after, alone on her bus with you gives you ideas you'd rather not act upon.

"There you go John, there's your autographed photo," she tells you before looking around and seeing a stack of CD's on her bus.

"Wait here, I think I can spare a few autographed CD's, too," she tells you as you watch her walk to the back of the bus where the CD's are located, then stare at the picture, which was certainly one of her best posed photos.

All of which gives you an idea, so while she is in the back area of the bus, you quietly go to the door and lock it, then walk back to where she is at and wait for her to turn around.

"Here's the CD's...I thought I told you to wait up there," she tells you, startled to see you right behind her as she turns around.

"Keep the CD's Martina," you whisper to her, Martina backing up against the wall, scared by the sudden change in your demeanor, "I've wanted you for almost 20 years now. So I think you know exactly what I came here to get from you. And I'm going to get it by any means necessary."