Neighborhood Restaurant Surprise - Kimi

Kimi kissed me lightly, rested her head on my shoulder, and then went back to licking my neck and ear which I like as much as any woman.
Then she began to talk to me about how glad she was that we met and how attracted she had been to me at the restaurant the night before when we had met. She said that all of the girls told her that I was a very nice guy and one even encouraged her to hit on me. She said that because she was a few years older than them, they somehow considered her 24 years of age to be about the same as my 40!
We both laughed at this and returned to a passionate kiss. As we began to become more active with our hands caressing each other, Kimi suddenly stopped, pulled back a few inches, looked me in the eyes and then cast her eyes down as if about to speak but afraid to do so.
“What’s wrong Kimi?” I asked.
“I must confess something to you and it frightens me,” she said seriously.
I pulled her tightly against me with her chin on my shoulder, mouth close to me ear, and told her to whisper to me what it.
“We’ve just shared an incredible intimate moment Kimi,” I said. “There shouldn’t be anything you can’t tell me. I promise I’ll listen.”
“I can’t be that bad,” I tried to reassure her as she began to tremble and was clearly crying, or sobbing, quietly.

I just held her tightly to comfort and reassure her. It would be foolish to say that I was in love with this girl I’d just met. But, it would not be wrong to say that I had stronger feelings for her already than any woman I’d ever met including those with whom I had had long relationships.
Then in a whisper just barely perceptible even with her mouth so near my ear, I heard: “I’m not normal,” more quite sobbing and then again “I’m not a normal girl.”
This tiny petite, Filipina beauty was trembling in my arms and I could not imagine what is was that she was talking about. Did she have an STD? Was she unable to have children?
I had been with a woman who could not have children and it did seem to be a giant weight around her neck. Even when as a man I was glad of the fact for sexual reasons, she seemed to think it made her a defective lover. So, my mind thought about this and I reasoned that possibly this was the problem.