She always emphasized this because of the one and only time I ever told her about a wild fantasy of mine, a fantasy involving watching her f**k another man. It was simply a file her brain refused to process. She later told me that she thought the only reason a man would have such a fantasy would be because he wanted to justify being with another woman, basically "You f****d another guy, I'm going to f**k another woman." I understood what she was saying, but it honestly wasn't my goal.
So flirting in front of me became our spicy compromise.
As the night progressed, the young men continued needling her insisting that "Strip Shots" separated the chicken-shits from the real players. God love her too, she was so into winning she didn't even see the setup being orchestrated. I knew full well t
