'I don't have any more questions.' She said, completely at a loss for any more words.
Her lie stung her chest as she reflected on it. She didn't have anymore questions? What a stupid lie.
Of course, she had more questions. A boat fucking load. But she was too much of a pussy to even say 'how'.
It stung her badly, but she didn't say anymore as he wasn't sure of how mentally prepared she was to take his answers.
Of course, it gladdened her stupid heart to know that he had never brought a girl home, but instead of celebrating, she couldn't help but sulk.
What was she thinking? What did she think? That he was going to wait twenty-three years for her? How fucking delusional.
Would she have waited if she'd ever gotten the chance to make out with someone instead of exchanging silly, stupid, sloppy kisses? What if she had been given the opportunity to have sex with someone she might have liked a tiny bit? Would she have remained a virgin for them?
