She was pissed. It blobbed against my fingers. Ok XXX Other than a probably genetic pre-disposition to alcoholism, mental illness and white-collar criminality, nope. Yes, to multiple choice questionnaires. But they called me fairly promptly and told me negative on the big-deal diseases (you know what I’m talking about). 2341.”
She looked at me. Ow. Hmm. I watched it go and thought, sure, I’d bang a forty year old. Did I have any allergies? How many sexual partners have you had in the past 60 days? But yeah, I dig her.”
“You always use protection with her?”
“Yup”
“Condoms or…”
“Saran wrap.”
She looked up from her computer. So here I sat, having just finished the questionnaire. She was getting towards her high point when she moved her hand from the armrest to the pillow beside us.
