It Wasn’t Real Cheating
“It wasn’t cheating,” she insisted. “Not real cheating, at least.”
I was shaking my head, because really, what the fuck? Once you try to qualify shit the game is pretty much over. If you have to say it didn’t count, then we all know it damn well counts.
“It was just over the phone,” she clarified, crossing her arms. “It’s like you writing about shit, or even fantasizing about someone else. We’re…