Those Photos Come with Every Wallet

Story Submitted by John:

Adrienne told me during our first date dinner that she didn't want to have sex until marriage.

I asked her, "Are you a virgin?"

She laughed and said, "Ha! No. I'm responsible for deflowering three guys, my senior year of high school."

I must have given her a look that said, "You're a slut," because she said, "But I'm not like that anymore. I'm waiting until marriage."

Well, I thought, nothing wrong with turning over a new leaf. And anyway, who was I to judge?

She pulled out her wallet and showed me photos of ten different guys. The last photo sleeve was blank.

"For my husband," she said.

"I don't understand," I told her, "Are these all previous husbands?"

She laughed and said, "God no. They're my boys. Guys I've... you know."

"You keep photos in your wallet of guys you've slept with?"

"You think that's weird?"

"Yeah. It kind of is."

She said, "Oookay," and slipped the wallet away. "You're a prude."

"Let's talk about something else."

"Whatever, prude," she said, and looked away.

"You write, don't you?."

She played with her fork. "Whatever, prude."

"And you write poetry? Or just prose?"

"Whatever, prude."

"I wouldn't fuck you with my worst enemy's dick."

"Fuck you," she said, then stood up and muttered, "You haven't heard the last of me," then took off.

That was the last I've heard of her.