I love her, but . . .
. . . she is a prostitute. I met her in a bar while she was on a "date". I didn't know at first that it was her job. She told me the guy was her boyfriend and she had to be careful because he was married. But I asked her out anyway and finally she said yes. So we went out a couple times, and we started having s**. She knew things other women don't know. Wild s***. Sick s***.
Good s***. Eventually she told me I was going to have to pay for the times we had f***** and for any new times. Her p*** shows up and threatens to cut me and kill me if I didn't pay the past due and said there would be no more "dating" and no more free p****. I was going to call the law on this guy (dude was a black POS and drug dealer) but she said she would get throwed in jail but not him. So I got her to a trafficking service and they placed her out of town until it was safe for her to come home. When she came back, she wanted to come to me which I said was okay for sure (even though we both had to lie that we never had f***** each other before) and I fell in love with her because the s** was the best I ever had. I want to ask her to marry me now but I don't know if I can trust that she won't go back to peddling the p**** for money. It's just that the s** is soooooo f****** g****** good.