You Don't Always Need Protection

They embraced.
She started to kiss him, moving down to his neck.
He pulled away.
“Honey,” he said, “Shouldn’t I…” He pulled out a little square wrapper from his pocket.
She looked at him frankly.
“Babe,” she said, “What is that for? We’ve discussed this. I’m ready for a-”
“I know, but I don’t know if I’M ready…..”
“No! What, I’m trying to say is I’m….. I’m….”She giggled, “…well, whatever the girl version of shooting blanks is…..”
“Your what? Well then…” he threw away the square labeled TROJAN. And advanced over her, “You don’t ALWAYS need protection…..”

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