A local girl and I were talking after our session and the subject got on to body count, and she asked me if I knew mine. On a whim, I started counting. I was counting on my fingers and whispering and had gotten back to about 2005 or so when I noticed her wide eyes.
"You can't be serious!"
"Yeah. I might have missed a couple here and there, but I think so far it's pretty accurate."
"You're up to a hundred and some!"
"Right."
"Jesus, you're a whore."
I'm kinda glad I didn't go back any further. :D
A couple of weeks later, we met up again. I asked her, in person, so she could see I was teasing, if she was sure she wanted to meet up with a whore like me.
She shrugged and said, "You're a whore with money, so..."
I guffawed, and even she had to chuckle a bit.


That’s funny! She seems to have a good sense of humor.
It’s dangerous to be honest sometimes.