The following is fiction. I do not condone unsafe sex, so take this as mere fantasy, for that is what it is.
There it is, that old beech tree. I haven't been back here in well over a year. But, my last memories of this place, like most passionate, life-changing events, are vivid enough to have been yesterday. I can still feel the abrasions that marked my chest for days after.
It was Saturday afternoon and me and Zoe were out for an afternoon drive. We had wanted to go to the beach but the weather wasn’t quite warm enough for that. Instead, we took my Jeep out to the country. With the radio playing loud, the top down on the Jeep and no one else in sight, it was going to be a good afternoon.
When I stopped in at Starbucks on my lunch hour last week I had no idea what was going to happen.
I was dawdling-it was a slow day at the office. No one seemed to care when I announced I was taking off half an hour early to go work out. I went through my sets quickly so there was time for coffee when I finished-not lunch, as I was determined not to let my hard-won gains get covered up by belly fat.