Faking

She explained that once she started, she never stopped faking.
So to speak, never looked back. Why make trouble...?
She didn't want to put anybody down, not even jerks she went with on stupid, absurd, sickening one-night stands in Manhattan...
Not in her nature, see. Seemed only polite. Maybe she always tried too hard to please.
When she thought on it, one of them would have gone on forever—if he'd had to. Maybe she faked that one out of self defense. He was the biggest jerk of them all, and guess what, she found him at the Museum of Modern Art in front of the big Jackson Pollock.
He chewed her up so much she was sore for a week. Coming was obviously compulsory, his ego couldn't—would not—take no. You vill come, ja? With him you probably came or you died. When she spoke, she put on a pseudo German accent. She wanted to know whatever possessed her, in the first place?