“I’m not a
nympho, honey!” she cried. “I just have a vampire vagina that cannot be
denied.”
“Vampire
vagina? What you should be saying is Idaho from North Carolina.”
“Honey, you
know that’s not fair. I love you very much. I really do care.”
“Not fair?
How can you say that when you continue to share?”
“Please
don’t dismay, you know that I’m fine during the day. But try as I might, I
can’t stop these urges night after night.”
“Are you
saying that I shouldn’t get uptight? How can I live with a love parasite?”
“All I can
say is that I’m really not sure. I have this condition with no apparent cure.”
“We’ll have
to do something, something instead. What if each night I tied you to the bed?”
“No, I
wouldn’t bother. If you did that I’d just thrash and holler.”
“Your carnal
womanly rights I simply can’t deny, but let me be the only one. Please let me
try.”
“That is so
sweet my sugar honey pie, but no matter how you try, you will never satisfy.’
“What about
something artificial? That should do the trick.’
“No, I tried
once with a candle and it got on my wick.’
“So what do
you suggest, Emma? There must be a way to sort this dilemma.”
“Go outside
and find me some men. Let’s say nine, no make it ten.”
“Find ten
men to share our bed? If you think I’d do that you are mad in the head. This is
not working and I think we should part, because I cannot live with a nympho
tart.”
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