“Give in—you won’t regret it!”
— Give in? You?! — I appraise the brash guy. Bold. Handsome. Sex just radiates from him from a kilometer away. But…
— I’m afraid nothing will work out.
— Why’s that? On me, girls are practically throwing themselves in batches. But today I picked you.
— Funny. But I’m not interested in one-night sex. I need results…
— And what kind?
— So that two lines appear on the pregnancy test. Got it?
Shock on the cutie’s face. I think he understands. He understands—and backs off to the side in three-two-one…
— I agree! — he declares. — But know this: I’ll go about it thoroughly. Very thoroughly.