It was then that I started looking around the room to give me clues.
I noticed a three-quarters empty bottle of wine on the table, the CD was on track 12. There was your glass of wine on the table and mine on the side table. However in front of me there were several circles from another wine glass that had stained the table before my glass was even served.
“Katie, what were you doing before I arrived this evening?”
“Nothing! Why?” You rebuked.
“Did you have any anal creampie?”
“No why?” You answered now sweating more visibly
“Because there is a mark on the table from somebody else’s wine glass and you are not wearing any lipstick, whilst your eyes are made up?”
“Nothing happened!” You angrily barked
“So you had the anal creampie with somebody.” I stated, purposefully letting the words drip off my tongue “Did he just leave after anal creampie?”
“What does that have to do with it! It’s nothing to do with you!”
“I want to know!”
“Why? Why do you want to know about the anal creampie?”
“I want to know if he fucked you and you got the anal creampie?” I asked in reply.
“You do?”
“Yes” I replied insinuatingly.