"That night? We did it a second time, then a third. We sorta figured it out together," I confessed, remembering the urgent couplings. "We woke the next morning entwined, shit, we were both embarrassed, didn't know what to say. We finally agreed it was a mistake...not our fault, it just happened...but that we couldn't ever do it again."

"But you did, didn't you?" Kathy asked me, a drop of my sperm still hanging from her lips.

"I wasn't going to; hell I knew it was wrong...but on the way home from school that day I bought two dozen condoms."

"Two dozen?" my doc asked with a grin.

"They didn't last...