I extract the three pieces of paper and unfold them slowly and deliberately. I tell her simply “You’re screwed”. Her look doesn’t change. Ther... is no way she can fathom what I have prepared. I continue. “I am sterile”Her look changes just a bit. Something is beginning to sink in. Naturally, she reverts to women’s logic. “You’re full of shit. You’re trapped and you know it”.I hold up the letter and the test results. “Three months before we met, I had a vasectomy. Here is a notarized letter from. We walked inside and sat at a table near the door. Vicky was dressed nice, but conservative. A nice pant set. Just a hint of cleavage showing. She had almost no make-up on, but she still looked very pretty. Some women need make-up and some do not. Vicky was in the group that did not. Her hair was hanging loose over shoulders. We ordered drinks and talked. It almost seemed like a first date. We were getting to know each other, mentally, even though we had been together physically. I. Black fishnet stockingscovered his legs and his feet were buckled up in Amanda's six inch spikedknee high boots. His face was very beautifully made up in dark eye liner,black lip gloss, and deep purple eye shadow.He'd simply lost track of the time and didn't hear them arrive home overthe loud punk music playing on Lori's stereo until his mother walked inon him."Amanda what are you doing," her hand covered her mouth. "Priscilla? Howdid you get in here? where's Prince?" she asked turning off the. It’s different at twenty-eight than at sixteen, or whatever. You’re more likely to be able to handle it emotionally without regret, and as physically active as you are, there was not much chance of you having an intact hymen.”“Is that really an issue? The hymen I mean?”“Mostly, no; but there was one girl who, to use her own words, bled ‘like a stuck pig’ when we did it. But that’s a rarity. Mostly it’s either just like a tiny pinch according to the girls, or no feeling at all because it’s thin.