So that's love, is it. Juvenile little games and taking silly, childish potshots at each other is really just so endearing and shows us the depth of this truly immature farce of a relationship -- the upshot and constant conclusion of which is to rip each other's clothes off as soon as possible and whenever possible. Reed would behave better. Billy makes a "career" out of digging dirt -- what a fine, upstanding man you have there, V. So proud. Have to side with Victor on this one. It's LUST, Victoria, not love. And by the way, do you know where your son Reed is right now?