Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“So you see why I have to use protection, right?” I ask in a small voice. “Eliza Doolittle isn’t expecting during the movie. In fact, it would throw everything off if she had a huge tummy.”
“I do see,” he growls, pressing another kiss to my forehead. “Thank you for explaining sweetheart. Why don’t we go and explore what the Health Center has, then? I know this is an important issue to you, and I want to respect that. Let’s do a look-see, and then we can talk about pregnancy more afterwards, okay?”
I smile happily while nodding. Blake’s support means so much to me, and I’m glad he understands my point of view. Plus, he’s shown incredible flexibility with respect to contraceptives. He recognizes that it’s important to not get pregnant at this point in my life, and he’s willing to discuss and work towards a solution together. Happily, I take his hand as we stroll towards the entrance. This man is perfect, and I can’t believe my good luck in being set up with the handsome CEO.
7
Blake
Cindy squeezes my hand and throws a happy smile while tilting her chin up my way.
“I appreciate your support,” she murmurs. “Thank you for understanding, Blake.”
I nod.
“Anytime, honey. Your needs are a priority to me, and I want to make sure they’re met. Especially when it’s something as important as this.”
She nods happily again and we stroll towards the entrance of the Student Health Center. The center is located in a corner nook of the building, out of the way but still accessible. I get it. You want to encourage students to seek out information about their health, and yet do it in a way that’s not overt given the sensitive and confidential nature of the matter. But before we cross the threshold, I turn to her.
“Sweetheart, is it okay for me to go inside seeing that I’m not a student? I suppose I could say I’m a late-in-life student, but I don’t want to break Emerson rules.”
She giggles a bit.
“Blake, it’s fine. They don’t check IDs or anything like that. They want to encourage people to come, so it’s a pretty easygoing atmosphere.”
I nod, and we open the door together before stepping inside. The Health Center is warm and cozy with yellow walls and desks loaded with free samples. A quick glance shows me a fishbowl full of brightly colored condoms, multiple tables laden with all sorts of health brochures, and another fishbowl filled with plastic thinga-ma-jigs. I wonder what those are.
A peppy girl greets us by the door.
“Hi, I’m Stephanie!” she chirps, pointing to her nametag. “I’m a volunteer here at the SLC. Is there anything I can help you with today?”
Cindy blushes and shakes her head.
“No, just looking around with my boyfriend,” she says, taking my large hand in her small one. “Window-shopping, if you will.”
My heart contracts when she says the word “boyfriend” because it sounds right on her lips. Even though we only met a few days ago, the chemistry between us is so strong and powerful that I can see myself spending the rest of my life with Cindy. She’s that attractive and charming, and suddenly, my heart flops over in my chest.
“Do you have anything in size extra large?” I growl, squeezing Cindy’s hand. Immediately, the beautiful blonde turns and playfully slaps me on the arm.
“Oh you!” she giggles. “You’re an XXL.”
But Stephanie the student volunteer takes my question seriously.
“Actually, we get that question a lot here at the SLC,” she says. “We have a special selection of condoms made with the extra large man in mind. Here you go,” she says, reaching below the counter before placing another fishbowl on the tabletop. This one is filled with bright purple and pink packets. Stephanie thrust her hand into the fishbowl and rummages around a bit before pulling out a neon pink sample.
“See? We call these Ponies,” she says with a chortle while unwrapping the condom and pulling it out to show us the size. The rubber is incredibly huge and stretches out to at least five inches between her fingers. “When it’s filled, there’s plenty of room at the tip to catch seed, and you can see that the opening here is also very springy,” she says, tracing the rim with her finger. “This is so a man can be both long and wide. The Pony will fit without any problem.”
Cindy gapes a little.
“Um … a pony?” she stammers. “It certainly looks big.”
“Oh it is big,” chirps Stephanie brightly. “It fits even the largest men.”
But I look at the rubber with a skeptical glance.
“I think I might need something with a little more room. I’ve broken a lot of condoms in my day, and it’s terrifying when that happens. Do you have anything with more capacity?”
Stephanie thinks for a moment.