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What
?
“
I
hate
wearing
these
things
,
”
he
grumbles
.
He
holds
up
the
condom
,
then
puts
it
on
the
floor
and
slips
on
his
jeans
.
“
Well
?
”
he
prompts
when
I
don
’
t
reply
,
and
he
looks
at
me
expectantly
as
if
he
’
s
waiting
for
my
opinion
on
the
weather
.
Holy
crap
…
this
is
personal
stuff
.
“
Next
week
.
”
I
stare
down
at
my
hands
.
“
You
need
to
sort
out
some
contraception
.
”
He
is
so
bossy
.
I
stare
at
him
blankly
.
He
sits
back
on
the
bed
as
he
puts
on
his
shoes
and
socks
.
“
Do
you
have
a
doctor
?
”
I
shake
my
head
.
We
are
back
to
mergers
and
acquisitions
—
another
180
-
degree
mood
swing
.
He
frowns
.
“
I
can
have
mine
come
and
see
you
at
your
apartment
—
Sunday
morning
before
you
come
and
see
me
.
Or
he
can
see
you
at
my
place
.
Which
would
you
prefer
?
”
No
pressure
then
.
Something
else
that
he
’
s
paying
for
…
but
actually
this
is
for
his
benefit
.
