"Mark, hi, it's Carrie," she said into the phone as John drove her to her show, still basking in the glow from fucking his #1 celebrity dream girl, "just wanted you to know I'm OK, and a fan is driving me to the show right now."
"Ms. Underwood, the bus is fixed whenever you need to leave," he told her, glad she was OK, but confused as to why she requested they stop at a **** store on the way out of town.
And he wasn't the only one.
"It's for your protection John," she told him as they arrived at the concert venue, "they're called "morning-after" pills. This way I can guarantee you don't get me pregnant."
"I suppose that's the only fair way to do it Carrie," he told her, secretly wishing he could say that he knocked her up, but not saying anything when Mark arrives at the venue.
"Is this the man who saved you Carrie?" he asked her, pointing at John, "if he is, we should do something special for him tonight."
"I might have already done that Mark," she tells him, giggling.
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