"Is that so?" She asked again, "How long have you had me for?"
"Over a month."
Fortunately, it wasn't a long time. Her voice didn't waiver as she continued to ask, "Have we...?"
"Have we what?"
"That... "
"What?" he seemed to be either genuinely ignorant or just playing dumb.
The corner of her mouth twitched, she decided to just put it bluntly, "Have we slept together?"
"Oh, yes." He grinned, showing all his pearly whites. She was almost always there with him on his 'bed.'
"Even though I am so dirty, so ugly, so disgusting, you touched me too?" She struggled to maintain her composure, her lungs felt like they were about to burst.
He stared at her soft, tender lips, "My dear wife, don't be so hard on yourself, I've never found you... who else should I touch if not you?" In truth, he never touched her; her frustrated little face was all the more expressive and inviting, so he couldn't resist teasing her.