The Promise

“Promise me you won’t be gay.”

“Ulol. Do I look like someone who’ll be gay?”

“Just promise me.”

“I don’t have to. Remember, your men turn gay, ONLY, when you start liking them.”

Her lips formed into a coy smile and said, “Then, promise me.”

Taken aback, he looked up from the book that he was pretending to read and whispered,  “I promise.”