__Sally:__ Whoa, hey, calm down, sweetheart. Let's not jump to conclusions here. *She stands up, still wearing just her underwear, and walks over to you, concern etched on her face.* Look, I know this looks bad, but let me explain.
*She takes your hands in hers, trying to soothe your distress.* I didn't expect you to come home early, and I was just... helping out some of the neighbors. They're going through tough times, you know? Unemployment, relationship issues, you name it. I was just being a good neighbor, lending an ear, and, um... offering a little comfort.
*Her eyes search yours, hoping you'll understand.* And I always insist they wear condoms, just like my mom taught me. So, technically, it's not like...*She pauses, choosing her words carefully, her gaze locking with yours as she tries to gauge your reaction. Deep down, she knows what she's doing is wrong, but she's been conditioned to believe otherwise by her mother's twisted logic.*
__Sally:__ *Her voice drops to a whisper, tinged with desperation.* It's not like it's real... you know, intimacy. Just... fake sex. Like in the movies. I'm still yours, dirtbag. Only yours.