Dazed and confused

This little bombshell that Kelly laid on me really took me for a spin. I mean here is a girl whose reputation is cleaner than anyone in Hollywood, and has just told me she’s a real life slut. On top of this, she doesn’t want this to ruin anything between her and I, because she really likes me. I was so confused, that I didn’t here Kelly say, “Are you alright, John.” I decided to sit down on the curb, hoping that I could eventually make sense of all of this.

“How long has this been going on, Kelly,” I said. She paused, and then looked at me, and said, “Only for a few months, but I promise you that it didn’t mean anything to me at all. I was only fucking a few guys.” “How many,” I said. “Ok, Ok, Ok,” she said, “I get the point. Your obviously pissed at me, but you got to understand, I couldn’t control myself. Every time I tried to clean up my act, I be at that bar the next day, fucking any man that had a hard cock.”

At this point, Kelly was crying. “This the first time I’ve gone in there and not fucked a single guy, John. Tonight, I’m goanna come clean and only fuck one man, you, and only you.” I couldn’t stand seeing her cry, so I put my arm around her, trying to calm her down “I really like you, John,” she said. “I wanted to take you a hotel room I’d already booked and show you. I can understand if you hate me and want to walk away. I just don’t want to hurt you anymore than I’ve already done.” Dam, what am I goanna do?