She fiddled with the radio, changing the station for no other reason than to give herself something to do. It didn’t take that long to buy a single box of condoms. She should have gone with him. Except, yeah, no, that would have been completely humiliating. The better option in that case would have been a t-shirt with we’re going to have sex later in bold, neon letters across it. She’d actually opened her door when Ricky came out of the store. All the color had drained from his face. In his fist a white bag dangled helplessly banging against his thigh. Oh man, he did not look happy. He whipped the door open. She closed hers. He climbed in, all but throwing the bag at her. He jammed the transmission into reverse, tires squealing their departure. “You didn’t steal these, did you?” “No.” She opened the bag and frowned. “Why’d you buy tampons?
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