I wish I could say we were young and stupid, me and you.  I wish I could blame it on being in love or smitten but if we were both to be honest, the truth would be this: you showed me attention and I was really horny.  The sexual tension swallowed us whole and before we knew it our relationship went from flirting friends to lovers, 0 to 80 in 30 seconds flat… on my manager’s couch…  on a Sunday afternoon while we still dressed in our Sunday best. You took me by surprise, from behind.  A small kiss on the back of my neck was all it took for me to give in to you, your charm, and that look in your eyes.  I threw you on the couch, sliding it back a couple inches, before getting on top of you. My very first sexual encounter. The passion, the need, the sexual craving never ceased even when we heard the car pull up the long gravel driveway.  We needed each other.  Or maybe I was the only one in need all along. We sat on the porch alone for a while, sharing a Subway sandwich.  I kissed you and laughed.  You cocked your head just slightly to ask why I was smiling: “I’m going to kill you if you just got me pregnant.” “I didn’t.” From the very start, I never believed you. I went the next night and bought an Emergency Contraceptive: the first of many.