my understanding that you are a virgin.” Another lie. Not as painful as the first, but still one that burns hot through my veins. It was another way we were in sync—both of us uninterested in human flesh, in the ridiculous act of copulation, one that has little to no benefits but dozens of risks. It was a badge of honor that I carried, one that underlined my ability to trust her implicitly with other men. I was the only one she lusted for, and she did so with a level of decorum and distance that pleased me. Pleased us.
Ummm okayyyyy virgins at 35 ? Sureeee
