This all started innocently enough. I know you won't believe me now, what with me covered in enough DNA to keep a CSI team busy for a month. Let's just say, I'm not black light appropriate at present.
What just happened upstairs can be described as nothing less than a gangbang, arranged by none other than yours truly under the tutelage of her true lovin' man. I'm waiting for him now, standing in the parking garage of this upmarket hotel, looking less lobby-proper than I did a few hours before. Damn, I hope he hurries. All of this stickiness can't be good for my hair. Though I've heard it can do wonders for the skin…
Since it seems we have a few minutes to simmer in our juices, well, someone's juices at any rate, I should probably fill you in.
It really did start out innocently enough. I swear it. Up 'til now, the only DNA I spent much time worrying about was mine and that of my old boyfriend Steve's. Specifically, how to keep his and mine from mixing in some meaningful way that would result in a third.