“It’s nothing I haven’t seen,” she says.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen,” she says.
“Nothing you haven’t seen in person, or on a BigScreen? Or is it nothing you haven’t done yourself? Because you seem like a decent person, so if it’s nothing you haven’t done yourself, where’s the harm? Plus who wants to see, or in your case do, the same stuff over and over?”
I was being a bit of a jerk, but then so was she.
“What I mean is, don’t we all like variety?”
“I don’t want to know what you like, but even at Lotus Land, they have standards.”
“Well who says I don’t have standards?”
“Porn Boy has standards?”
“Yes he does, and don’t call me that. I know I’m supposed to be ashamed of myself.”
That line sort of stopped her in her tracks.
“I was ashamed of myself. When I was at Lotus Land.”
“Why? Who were you hurting?”
“Myself. I couldn’t fake passion, no matter what I did, what I said, what I wore, what drugs I took. What he looked like. Couldn’t. Eventually it broke me.”
That’s when I stopped being mad at her.
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