CHAPTER 18
I DID GET my eggs unfertilised the next morning, but only because Joe and I walked to the convenience store on the corner last night and stocked up on supplies. Milk, orange juice, five boxes of condoms, a lasagne, wine, and a bottle of chocolate sauce. I didn’t know what Joe planned to do with the chocolate sauce, but he had a gleam in his eye when he put it into the basket.
By 7 a.m., we’d already made a dent in the condom supply, and Joe was muttering about buying them in bulk.
“I’m going to be late for work,” I said.
I hopped around the kitchen, straightening my new pair of tights while Joe sorted out the coffee. The first pair I’d put on had fallen victim to Joe’s fingernails, when he’d let me know just how much he liked my backside in a pencil skirt. I’d certainly neve
