“Wearing gloves today are you? I didn’t think it was that cold,” Bill added.“The tribal designs have not completely washed off the back of my ...ingers yet; it is going to take a few more days and I tried everything,” I saidI was wearing white thin dress gloves that I could do most things in if I needed to.The ride was quiet and went fast. It was a pleasure to be able to talk shop with Marcy, Ching Lee and Jenny on the ride. Vicky and Lorrie were in the SUV behind us.I was early; the ride had. ” Tiff was quiet again and Charlie was looking apologetic. “But, hey, do you check your school email? I can take some photos of some boxes tonight and you can see what your software thingies can do with the barcodes.”“So tell me about lunch”Mum’s eyes sparkled.“She’s really nice,” I gushed, my guard down now mum had forced me to confide everything in her. “She has brown hair and bright blue eyes and really straight teeth.”“You make her sound like a horse,” Mum smirked. “Is she shapely?”I nodded. It was still controversial and frightening, and there were all sorts of stories about possible dangerous side effects.But we both hated condoms, and I became one of the first young women in Lexington to find a doctor willing to prescribe contraceptive pills for me.I had thought sex was wonderful before. But the first time Tad made love to me without having to wear that stupid rubber, I found out that I liked it even better!Tad's grades in college had always been good, but after we were married. He pulled off his shirt. He had never thought of himself as handsome, but Manjula’s face said otherwise.He untied his belt and slid it off, singing about female beauty.He undid the button of his pants. Manjula’s mouth opened wide.Down came the zipper. He could see the excitement in her eyes.The pants descended. He stepped out of them. He stood there, his briefs pushing away into a triangle, a large wet spot at its peak.Manjula’s eyes were as wide as saucers. She was breathing hard, her fingers.