Yes, but ...

A minute later you are lying side by side on the bed slowly recovering from this unexpected encounter. Her breathing slowly returns to a more normal level and with a sigh she turns to look at you.

"Do you think I'm totally weird, Kyle." Her eyes search yours for any indication of how you feel. "I'm not always like that, I promise. It's just," she hesitates briefly but then goes on in a rush. "I saw the paddle, and you looked so much like a schoolgirl's fantasy I got a little carried away."

"Well, it was a little different for me." You admit, "but not totally weird."

"I'll take it." Monica laughs shyly. "Hey, umm, this doesn't mean we're dating, right?" She sits up and adjusts her dress, suddenly uncomfortable with lying half dressed on your bed. "I mean you seem really nice and if you want to go out sometime that'd be cool." She licks her lips nervously before finishing what she's clearly worried about. "It's just I don't want you to expect every date to necessarily end like this...I'm sorry Kyle, I'm saying this all wrong, but I just don't want you to think I'm some kind of kinky slut."

She pauses to look you in the eye. "You do believe me, Kyle don't you?"