"Holy heck, yes." This weekend might not be the best time to make that trip to church you promised God, Francie. "Do you. Um." No stalling out no stalling out no stalling out no stalling out.

And her hormones just laughed and laaaaaaaaaughed at her. Stupid hormones.

"Do you want me to?" With a single and possibly unfortunate-looking jerk of the condom-holding hand.