Part V: Confession

You wake up a few hours later to find Karen at the other end of the bed, her back to you. You gently move towards her, wanting her back in your arms. She stiffens as you put your arm around her. As you turn her over to face you, you notice that her eyes seem wet and she refuses to meet your eyes.

"Babe, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" you ask, concerned.

Karen shakes her head and takes a deep breath, steadying herself, "You think I'm a whore, don't you? You must have found out what I was like in England. I should have told you earlier, but this little fool needed to be drunk before she was truthful." She's crying now as her words hiccup out in between sobs, "Everybody I dated left me when they found out. But I love you and I didn't want you to leave. I'm sorry I lied to you babe, I'm really sorry. Please don't leave me. Please. Please..."

You shut her up with a kiss and hold her tight. You whisper comforting words, peppering her lips and eyes with your kisses until she calms down. "Your past doesn't bother me babe," you whisper gently, "I just didn't want you to hide it from me. I love the woman in front of me and that includes everything, including her naughty past."

You tell her how you found her "Personal Massage" folder and the pictures you saw. It takes a while but you finally convince her that you weren't going to leave her over what she had done. She finally relaxes in your arms and breathes normally, relieved at your acceptance.

"Just promise me one thing love," you ask. "No more secrets."

"I promise," she replies, with a warm hug. "I guess you want to know more about England, huh?"