"I may have been easy before, but I didn't blow guys on the first date. I think that makes me a whore" Gail, I saw that as pure affection for me." It ...as, but I don't expect you to take it that way. I never trusted condoms. Two of my girlfriends got pregnant with condoms and I never let anyone finish in me with one. I didn't want to leave you with just a hand job after you were so beautiful to me." She said in defense of herself."Gail, everything about us is special at this point. This wasn't a. I suddenly realized I’d much rather have had a Caesar Salad. I was shocked, when he held up a cheeseburger and scrunched up his face, as if he somehow doubted that I wanted that anymore. I shook my head, and without a second thought, he held up a Caesar Salad! My mouth flew open and I nodded excitedly.Okay, maybe he just got lucky, but, it’s like he was reading my mind. During lunch, he never brought up our accident and we talked about everything. I did catch him momentarily checking out my. His mind and thoughts split in two. One half was screaming at him not to do this and what was he going to do anyway. His skin was numb and his limbs leaden as he bent down and, with a single sharp gesture, he flung the rock away exposing the key to the moonlight. As he picked the key up he could feel all the bits of soil on the key, the coolness a contrast to the heat from his skin. Still on autopilot he turned to the door and fitted the key to the keyhole, softly he slid the key in, feeling it. He slipped his hand in his pocket so naturally that she barely noticed it, and she certainly made no connection between that action and the next extremely surprising event."Eeek!" she cried out. The object embedded in her sex had begun to vibrate just like her favorite phallus-shaped toy that he allowed her to play with as a treat when he felt she had been a particularly good girl. The vibrations continued for three seconds and then stopped."Oh, my goodness! How often does..." she was cut off.