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By all means, you seem to be running this convo.

Are orgasms always hard for you, or just with me?

Man, this guy goes right for it.

Jeez, warm a woman up a little.

Does he really think I’m going to put myself out there? But I guess I did last night. And it’s the rules of the game. Otherwise, what’s the point of playing?

That’s not an answer.

Why do you want to know?

You can ask that when it’s your turn. Answer the question, Callie…

It’s never something that’s come easy, but I…

Jesus, just tell him.


UGH, you’re flustering me here.

It’s me. You know the guy who gave you an orgasm last night. ;)

Want a medal?

Finish your thought.

It can be more difficult for some women, and I think I’m one of them. But I’ve wondered if maybe… it’s more about the guys I pick. I think…

Help, I’m bleeding from a recently inflicted stab wound… I AM said guy, no?

You made up for it last night.

And I’ll do it again—whenever you want.

Just so I have it right… you pick shit men who only care about getting off and don’t care if you do?

Way to just lay it out there.

I guess so.

So you’ve had shit boyfriends. Tell me about one.

Hey now, it’s my turn to ask a question.

Sorry…

Why do you care? We’re done with that aspect of our relationship now.

Call it an ego thing. I kind of want to pound my fists on my chest and say I did what none of your ex-douchebags could. But I guess it’s not that hard a job. You just need someone to give a shit about you.

And as far as we’re done in that regard… I don’t feel very done.

Do you?

Do I what?