"Excuse me?" Sarah asked looking up from the menu with a smile. I loved her smile. It wasn't the perfect curve of her lips but the way her eyes glowed... when she looked at me."I got tested," I repeated. "The results arrived this morning." Tested for what, darling?" she asked putting the menu down. I looked out the window to avoid her eyes. She reached out to put her hand on top of mine."I'm EMC-Positive, Sarah," I whispered. Her hand pulled away; my nails dug into the box."The Institute started. They had kissable lips!Boys, boys, Boys! Of course, Kim was no Harlot! She was no Slut!No, no, no! Kim wasn’t going to go around having sex with boys and fooling around with boys before she got married! NO, no, no. Absolutely not. Not Kim. Not she.And besides, what exactly is sex anyways? And how does it all work? Well, Kim found out about sex from her friend Anna at their weekly sister-hood sleepover. Sex was “like a warm apple pie, with a lot of sweet, sticky and gooey cream at the end as. She was willing to go as far as offer to giving his boss a handjob because jobs were hard to get, and she was afraid it would get him laid off. Looking back I should have let her try to get him the day off. He called us, to let us know he was OK, but joked she could still do that with his boss anyway. I had her call him at noon while I was pumping her. To thank him for the sex, and he confessed to being still very horny. After work we picked him up, and the car had a second gear shift she was. “Oh, I wish you had. Then I wouldn’t have had to make up all that B.S... “Well, anyway, I’m ready for bed, better relaxed now.We went to bed early intending to wake up early and get going. The pension room was paid up and we would slip out of Innsbruck in the wee hours.I got in one bed and pulled the comforter up over me, that first chill from the lack of heat in the room goes away quickly as body heat is trapped with a good comforter. “Aaah.” I was cozy. Pretty soon I felt movement and my.