went to toss the condom in the toilet.

She’d still eat it even if she hated it,

What was she supposed to do? Pine over him for eternity?

He’d developed a new kink, and it involved a shy girl who daydreamed about economics.

She was on the verge of hyperventilating, and her muscles were so tense, she was one large impending charley horse.

My hands knew the size of you.”

you’ve got serious pussy mojo.

She tried desperately to cling to coherent thought. She needed to think at all times, to weigh her actions and her words. When she let go, she always made mistakes. She did the wrong thing, hurt people, mortified herself.

For several stomach-twisting moments, she ran through her list of presocialization reminders: think before you talk (anything and everything can be an insult to someone; when in doubt, say nothing), be nice, sitting on your hands prevents fidgeting and feels good, make eye contact, smile (no teeth, that’s scary), don’t start thinking about work,