Summary: Woman hits the wall after having a ride on the CC and finds her BB. But this one isn't quite as stupid as your average beta.

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Greetings once again my children, it's time for another relationships case file. Today's story is an epic tale involving the cock carousel, beta bucks, and polygraphs. And we didn't even need to get the NSA involved.

Barry is charming, wonderful, thoughtful and attentive, everything I want in a man

Until Chad from her school days is back in town and comes along to fuck her brains out with his 9" dick.

Nor would I want anything from Barry if we divorced.

And when she feels he's wronged her in some way, or her girlfriends whisper in her ear that she deserves more, watch this change in a heartbeat. Or even the number of zeros she'll end up with in her bank account.

Only now his lawyer is putting it together. We're still over 8 months out to the wedding date, so this is a perfectly reasonable step. My lawyer looked it over and agreed it was pretty fair, according to the laws of our state.

Take note: this is well before the wedding, and both sides have separate legal representatives looking it over. Still stupid to marry of course, but at least this aspect is being done right.

But when I got it back from my attorney, I noticed that part of what I'll be expected to do is participate in a polygraph examination

Truth. What could be more dangerous for our slut trying to lock down a good beta? Or any whore looking to snag herself a decent man?

On a side note: what the hell is the US obsession with polygraphs? You guys know those are pretty much pseudoscience and easily defeated, right?

he casually asked about the number of men I'd been with. [... I] gave him my usual answer: five.

Because good men, and certainly men in a LTR don't want to date a used up slut.

I only counted LTRs since high school and the boy I lost my virginity to as "real" relationships, not the high school boys I fooled around with or the other guys I've met.

Hamstering. Those dicks she sucked in the club bathroom and her anal gangbang with Chad and Brad from the school football team don't count.

Remember kids: take that number and multiply it for a more accurate figure.

I was a free spirit in college before I figured out what I wanted to do and took a year off to travel before graduating. That was a very fun year, sexually speaking. I made a lot of mistakes, of course, but I was getting valuable experience and learning a lot about myself.

Take note of these gentlemen. You'll see them time and time again.

I know Barry would not be happy with the real number. [...] I know he doesn't have much respect for infidelity or women who sleep around.

Quality men don't like it.

I'm terrified that he'll ask me those questions or learn about the few times I've cheated in past relationships.

Sure sounds like a catch, doesn't she? If she's cheated before, what's to stop her doing it again?

I'm no longer that girl who did all those things, I've grown and matured.

I've hit the wall.

He found out about something I did with one guy that I've declined to do with Barry and he was hurt about it for weeks.

Because he's not worth giving her best for. If Barry had any sense, he would have found someone else who wanted to please him in this way.

Conclusion: Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks.