"Hell no, Freckles. I got me the best of the new magazines already. Someone I know brought 'em right to my room yesterday." No. He heads right for the optimistically-named Family Planning aisle. One kid's enough, thanks. Maybe one of these days he'll tell Freckles all about it, but that'll be a cold damn day in hell.
When he turns to her, it's without much apology. "I figured... bein' an ex Boy Scout and all... well, Freckles, you know what they say. Be prepared."
Thing is, there's so much to choose from, and a package that claims to be a once-a-month male contraceptive catches his eye. Frowning, he reads the details, then puts on his reading glasses and reads 'em again, then gives her a little glance of consternation.
"And I thought women didn't trust men to take care of this kind of thing." But he raises an eyebrow, tilts his head, holds the box out for her perusal: what the hell. "Want me to try it?"
It's a little bold, assuming he'll need it. But one thing he ain't never done yet is run out of hope. Especially not over somethin' like this.
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When he turns to her, it's without much apology. "I figured... bein' an ex Boy Scout and all... well, Freckles, you know what they say. Be prepared."
Thing is, there's so much to choose from, and a package that claims to be a once-a-month male contraceptive catches his eye. Frowning, he reads the details, then puts on his reading glasses and reads 'em again, then gives her a little glance of consternation.
"And I thought women didn't trust men to take care of this kind of thing." But he raises an eyebrow, tilts his head, holds the box out for her perusal: what the hell. "Want me to try it?"
It's a little bold, assuming he'll need it. But one thing he ain't never done yet is run out of hope. Especially not over somethin' like this.