Confusion

I stared down at my little tormentor who ironically had given me pleasure beyond what my penis would normally provide. Joy was smiling at me waiting for me to respond. I tried to think what I did done to deserve this, but I couldn't think of anything.

"Listen, I am sorry if I made some girl mad, but I honestly don't know who she might be," I pleaded.

"Well, it looks like I should get comfortable," Joy stretched once again and leaned her back onto my abdomen and shut her eyes, "because you and me are going to be together for a while."

I couldn't accept her just making herself at home on my crotch. Was she really going to enjoy being in this position just to **** me because I apparently scorned someone for reasons unknown? She seemed annoyed just talking with me. I had to approach this situation with logic that only a Math Major could accomplish.

"Ok, if I did deserve this because I upset a woman..."

"You certainly did. It takes a horrible pig to be inflicted with curse magic," she retorted.

"You are right," you admitted, "Someone did something horrible to deserve this."

"That's you." She crossed her arms underneath her breasts like a cradle.

"Hear me out," you ask kindly, "my action would have to be recent. Maybe say in the last month or so."

Joy turned and looked up at me curiously, "Yeah, probably I guess. What is your point?"

"Do you have colleges, particularly math majors in Fairy Land?" I asked.

"Ha!" Joy chuckled, "Why do fairies need to obtain human knowledge? And show 'The land of Edolas' some respect! I will not have my home spoken in such a racist slang!"

"Ok, I didn't mean to. I just don't know much about fairies," you admitted, "but you don't know much about me. Do you know how many women are Math Majors?"

Joy rolled her eyes, "Now why would I know that?"

I sighed, "If you did, you would find out that men far outnumber woman in Math Majors! It is basically a sausage fest or nerds and dorks like myself who barely go out or even get to speak with women!"

"Listen KENNY, I really have had enough of this. Accept your fate and learn to treat women like ladies." she fumed in annoyance.

I sat in silence for a few seconds, "Joy, did you say Kenny?"

"Yes, that's your name, idiot. What else would I call a slime ball like yourself?"

I took a deep breath, "Because my name isn't Kenny, it's Kennedy!"