A few years back I called a skip girl. Young, fit, pretty. She was nice. A bit chatty. We talked about a meetup. All was proceeding smoothly until…
Having been burned by a thief previously, I did a deep dive on her phone number. It’s a small world. All over the state there are communities where many generations of the same families make their roots. You know the story. All those Hatfields in Hickory Hollow are most likely related. It’s not a coincidence. One was the mayor. One is on the school board. A few are known criminals. A bunch are employed in the family plumbing business or at grandpa’s diner. Maybe a realtor, a lawyer, your tax guy, whatever. A few kids get out but there’s always some that never leave.
Anyway, I was fairly certain this girl living in Solvay was a distant relative. Her last name was the same as my father’s cousins’ last name. They were also lifelong residents of Solvay. Her father’s first name was also very common throughout the family. Canceled the appointment.
Bottom line- if you’re very active, you’ve probably fucked your cousin. That wasn’t chemistry you were feeling- it was DNA.
Imagine having to pay support for an inbred offspring. That could be a lifetime commitment- not just 18 years.
And now you know the rest of the story. Good day.