Pink G String

On Tuesday, Raven sat through a blood test, scowling, and wondering what the f–k was wrong with his head that he would give blood in order to give the woman he wanted to f–k bare-backed a piece of paper. He was not the one engaged in risky lifestyle factors. Ticking the sheet that the GP had given him, his pen hovered over: Engaged in anal sex? and Multiple partners?

Shit, he closed his eyes, pushing back at the desire that curled its way out from the secret corners of his soul and begged for his attention. No, he answered to both, and felt that he lied, but there wasn’t a “think it is highly likely” option on the sheet.

On Thursday, he sms’d her a screen shot of the page from his email account that said he was all clear, but to repeat in six weeks if he had engaged in risky behaviours. After fifteen minutes, she sent him back two screen shots, one for Gabriel last name redacted, and the other Temperance Patience Lawrence.

He had feeling that her parents would get along with his, a