Interior: Dean’s bedroom, late at night. I collapse on top of my boyfriend in post-coital exhaustion.
Dean: Why, young lady, if I didn’t know better, I would say you just came.
Me: (panting) Nah, I was faking it.
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A woman can fake her orgasms and fake her boobs, but she cannot fake her love! ;-)
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