They were the best friends she had, of either sex; but they didn’t tick one particular box which, to mix a metaphor, needed the occasional scratch.T...e chemist looked surprised at the purchases, but was professional enough not to question it. He had sold a load of rubbers only the previous week, but that was to two boys from the other camp; they wanted them for water bombs. He couldn’t think what high jinks these sanitary products could be for.The two walked back, to find all the afternoon. "She grinned, "Also, I haven't had a drop of blood today. Maybe we could celebrate the end of my period." Let's wait until after the movie or DVD. Maybe we'll be inspired."She went shopping with her mother and came back for dinner. I had decided to have steaks since it had been a while. We ate the steaks, went to the movie, and came home for passionate sex, once again inspired by the film. She went home Sunday afternoon to study. Sylvia invited me to dinner and I agreed quickly. I had been. She’d been hoping to cuddle up again while they watched something, because tonight she needed his company. Ever since the accident, she would have occasional nightmares about it. They were often brought on by stress, and right now she had plenty of that from both work and her parents. She had hoped to postpone the dreams by sitting with Simon. She sighed. She could still watch the movie, then another one. Maybe if she watched enough of them and just let her brain roam, she would forget. x-x-x-x. Your mother needs a man to please and your father just is not up to the task.” At this point a strange look passed between my grandparents but I didn’t understand it. “Most of it is common sense. You will cause your mother pain and she will love and obey you for it, but you will never cut her, you will never burn her and you will never scar her. Do you understand?” I nodded yes. I could not imagine doing any of those things anyway. “You will never share her against her will and you will.