Darren looked upon his girlfriend's face lovingly as she kept her eyes sternly focused on the road ahead.  It was a gorgeous, sunny day and Kim had decided that the two of them should go on a drive.  Darren could hardly argue with that, or with anything else she said, really.  For she had enraptured him, and he loved her with all his heart.
    His glazed doe eyes focused on the flakes of skin falling from her chin.  Though others were appalled by Kim's occasionally scaly face, Darren rationalized that she was more beautiful because of it.  Because when you thought about it, the raised flakes of skin, with front and back sides, actually increased the total surface area of her beauty, did they not?
    As they continued southbound on Interstate 5, Kim shifted restlessly in her seat, the wide girth of her ass struggling to find comfort.  Darren adored all things about her, including her massive rump.  He rationalized that it was not really a fat ass at all-----rather, he was just a very small man.  A Lilliputian, really, when he was next to it.
    Thoughts of Kim's globular posterior naturally led to thoughts of screwing in Darren's meek, love-addled mind.  He thought back to many cold nights turned warm by passionate, drunken porking in Kim's dorm unit, with her roommate politely feigning sleep on the other side of the room.  His poor excuse for a penis swelled briefly at the thought, then deflated miserably with the realization that he had not made love to his girlfriend in a month and a half.  Always, Kim had not been in the mood-----and Darren respected that.
    Suddenly though, without warning, the past 45 days of celibacy manifested themselves in a surge of horniness so overpowering that Darren's mouth opened and he found himself speaking words almost scandalous in their presumptuousness:
    "So Kim, when might we have sex again?"  For a brief instant he was shocked at what he had said, but that feeling just as quickly passed and was replaced with relief and pride that he had spoken his mind for the first time in the entire course of his relationship with his wonderful girlfriend.  Kim darted a hostile glance at him, then spoke.
    "Oh my god, Darren, you...you...you're making me feel like a WHORE."
    It only took those few words from his beloved for Darren to instantly become overridden with guilt.
    "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry."
    What Darren could not possibly have known was that for the last six weeks, Kim had been getting amply screwed by a big redheaded guy named Adam.  Nor could Darren have known that Kim rationalized that she was not cheating on him, due to the fact that she had stopped having sex with him at the commencement of her affair.
    Darren learned to never question his girlfriend, and never had sex again.