"I need contraception," Crystal said, and I was looking at her in shock. Obviously, after what we did last night, she should take it, but I had never bought it before. Crystal opened the door and went outside. I stopped her.
"You wait; I'll go get it." I stood in front of the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper, who looked a bit older, glanced at me, and I felt hesitant to speak.
"I need contraceptive pills," I said hesitantly, perhaps for the first time I had come to buy something like this.
"For whom?" The shopkeeper asked, and I wanted to keep this conversation as brief as possible.
"For my wife," I replied, and Crystal was standing right there.
"Why? Don't you want children?" His question made Crystal and I look at each other. Children? Until yesterday, our relationship was purely based on
