A (too) personal question
One evening, in the privacy of their warm bed , a young, newly married couple are enjoying a quiet moment. The husband, visibly overcome by a sudden surge of curiosity, turns his head toward his wife and asks softly:
—Tell me, darling… how many men have you been with before me?
The woman doesn’t move. Her gaze remains fixed on the ceiling, her expression deeply concentrated. A silence falls, a little heavy. But the husband, convinced that this is a conversation based on trust, insists:
— Come on, you can tell me, I won’t take it badly. I just want to know…
Still no word. The ceiling suddenly seems fascinating .
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