“But I’m pregnant,” I tell Mary. I don’t want to have sex with a police officer if it effects my baby. Even if I’m still debating on whether to keep it.

“If you do regular sex it doesn’t do any damage until about 5 or 6 months,” Mary tells me. I don’t know anything about pregnancy, but I trust Mary and take her word for it. I agree to do it and she arranges the meeting for later tonight, giving me only a few hours to get ready for what is the last time I will have anonymous sex.

The police man at least wants to do it in his house, on a bed and wants no type of blow jobs. I make sure there’s a condom involved and I sit on top of the bed while the officer, who is cuter than the last, walks out from his bathroom.

“Are you clear on the demands?” He asks.

“I give you sex, you give my friend freedom,” I remind myself and him. He nods in agreement and I add, “No strings. He gets out and is a free man.”

He nods and walks towards me. He kisses my neck and moves to mouth and slowly begins to get on top of me.