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“Yeah, and because it all ended when I realized she was cashing in by renting out two of the rooms.”
“How did you find out?”
“I came home unannounced to find two male models living in my apartment, and when I recovered from that shock I got the next one: finding a used condom in my bedroom trash can.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah… she wasn’t a very nice person.”
“How long ago was this?”
“About two years.”
“And she was your last serious girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Haven’t you been with anyone else since?”
I nodded.
“Anything serious?” she asked.
“No.”
“Anything recently?”
I scrunched my face, assuming she meant besides my night with Therese. “I already told you I was in Afghanistan for a year.”
“And you want me to believe you didn’t sleep with anyone for a whole year?”
“Not unless you count masturbation.”
She snickered but didn’t reply.
“So you’ll forgive me if I’m still trying to catch up,” I said and pushed her back down on the mattress.
She chuckled in my ear as I moved on top of her. “How many times do you think it’ll take for you to catch up?”
I arched a brow and gave her a sly smile. “A few hundred times of good sex should do it. I’m thinking that if we do it twice a day for a year, I’ll be okay.”
“Twice a day?”
“We could speed up the process and do it three times a day… that way I would be a happy man by August, I think.”
“And you’re not happy now?” she teased.
“No, I’m miserable, can’t you tell?” I said and suckled on one of her nipples with a smirk. “I’m a starved man, so feed me please.”
She tilted her head and looked down at me with a speculative glance. “How many women have you had?”
I sighed. “Does it matter?”
“Have you ever been unfaithful to any of your girlfriends?”
I tried distracting her by kissing her and taking her mind off her question, but it didn’t work.
“I asked you a question.”
