You aren't quite sure about your girl. You were thinking of making tonight the night, but you just don't know if she's ever done it before. You've never seen her fly, but that doesn't mean anything. You need definite proof. You decide to take her to the top of the space needle, blindfolded.
"You can look now." You say.
a barely audible gasp jumps out her throat.
"It's amazing." she says.
She is looking very cute and perky in her olive green dress and hipster glasses. You run your fingers through her hair and give her a very delicate kiss on the nape of her neck. The cool, misty night air is perfect. She coos a contented sigh.
"Thank-you. This is wonderful."
It is now or never. You push her off the tower, because the burning desire to know overwhelms your common sense. Sure enough, she flies back up to you. She has a contorted, perhaps puzzled look on her face.
"How did you know I was a virgin?" she says.
"I didn't," you reply. "but if you didn't fly, I would have caught you."
"You mean?"
"Yes."
The two of your fly together, hand in hand, uncaring of what the world thinks of you. You reach a secluded beach and, taking care to fly over only the shallow part of the ocean, proceed to share what is so far the best sex of your lives.
The next day she dumps you for someone with "more experience." You did throw her off the space needle, after all.
Now you know.
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