It's Not Hard, Not A Pun, Some Lesbians Don't Give Up Their Cherry

Right after high school I got a job as a desk clerk for a Sherman Williams store. One afternoon my math teacher from high school walked in. I served him, but he wanted to talk. He asked me which girls were virgins and which weren't. I said I didn't know for sure, not every girl talks after her cherry is popped. He said what about me and I told him I wasn't married.

I went to college the following spring. After college I was home for the holidays and I ran into my math teacher at the supermarket. We talked and after hearing about college he asked if my cherry was intact. I told him I wasn't married.

Five years later I ran into my math teacher. After exchanging pleasantries he asked how my cherry was doing. I told him I wasn't married. So he asked me if I wanted to marry him, he wanted my cherry. I told him my cherry wasn't for sale. He asked if he bought me a house, would I marry him and give him my cherry. I asked what sort of house, how big, where. He told me I could pick the house. What about a car? That too he said. How about an allowance?

He said he took it back, he couldn't afford my cherry. Which is pretty much why I still have my cherry.

That, and I don't like boys.