“Put a condom on me,” I said.
“What?” she asked in disbelief. We never use condoms. We only keep them around for her special guests.
“Put a condom on me. It’s the only way.”
She hopped off, rummaged through the nightstand drawer, pulled out a string of condoms and hastily slid it over my ramrod. The interval was a good distraction for me. When she was done, she resumed her…