I guess I just forgot. To ask him what he did for a living, I mean. And by the time I did, I was in -- balls deep, as he'd call it. He was the perfect boyfriend. Attentive, gorgeous, guessing my every wish and fulfilling them. The sex was earth-shattering. He even dealt with my crazy mom the way no one else could. He popped the question, God, such a perfect guy. There was just one issue: He f*cked other girls on camera for a living. How the hell do you deal with that?
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