Two sides of a story

Two sides of a story
Two friends have a conversation on the phone and their names are Erica and Stacy. Erica is telling Stacy about the crazy night she had last night, and the conversation went like this:
Ring ring ring (the phone rings) and Stacy answers it, it’s Erica on the other line.
Stacy: “what’s up Erica, how are things going for you?
Erica: “everything is going well but I have to tell you about what I did last night”
Stacy: “oh my gosh, it’s not what I think it is”?
Erica: “yes girl it is and it was good, too good if I don’t say so myself”
Stacy: “really, was it better than the one before”?
Erica: “yes girl, let me tell you, I had this one in the car, on the kitchen counter, the bedroom floor, in the shower, at work, and other places I can’t even remember.”
Stacy: “I don’t care what you say; you’re still a rookie because I have more of a collection than you”
Erica: “please, I had Hughes, Jake, John, Soldier, and plenty more than you can even count, as a matter of fact I’m about to go outside and get me some more. I’m going to call you later.”
Stacy: “Alright I’ll talk to you later, have fun.”
Now everyone reading this conversation would think wow Erica is a whore, now isn’t that some shit, but really and truly she was talking to Stacy about reading a book, now isn’t that a bitch, when in all actuality everyone should have been minding their business and keeping their ears out of other people’s shit.