I enjoy most respectful conversation, and these boys are scrupulously polite to me. They were polite to me a month earlier when I slept on their tour bus — right until a door closed between me and them, and they immediately started talking loudly, to each other, about the crass and anatomically implausible things they wanted to do to me. Intellectually, they must have known that I could hear them, but these kids grew up on the Internet, the world's locker room, where if you can't see a woman, she doesn't really exist. The one grown man on the bus started yelling at them to go the hell to sleep — ”there's a girl back there!"—and they yelled back that they'd let me sleep if I let them ”suck my titties." It's no surprise to hear that they're still yearning for the teat, but these babies had best be careful where they go slobbering for the milk of human kindness. I'm just about dried up.