Kate's not exactly what you'd call a prude, but Victorian sensibilities run deep. Even out in the middle of nowhere she glances around, and turns until she's facing him.
(She still can't look him in the eye, of course.)
"He — he left several boxes of condoms, an' at least half'a dozen bottles of–of somethin' called KY jelly for — for, um. Anyhow. There was a magazine of barely dressed women he suggested I–I look through for ideas."
Her face screws up like she just bit into something sour; she feels vaguely sick to her stomach.
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Kate's not exactly what you'd call a prude, but Victorian sensibilities run deep. Even out in the middle of nowhere she glances around, and turns until she's facing him.
(She still can't look him in the eye, of course.)
"He — he left several boxes of condoms, an' at least half'a dozen bottles of–of somethin' called KY jelly for — for, um. Anyhow. There was a magazine of barely dressed women he suggested I–I look through for ideas."
Her face screws up like she just bit into something sour; she feels vaguely sick to her stomach.