(Ann is wearing a jacket that Steele, the motorcylce salesman) loaned her before taking her for a test ride.)
Steele explained a few things, like where to put her hands and how to lean with the bike, before Ann got on. Once he started the engine she held tight to the handles on the sides of the seat, and closed her eyes. When she finally managed to open her eyes she saw that they were driving through a picturesque countryside, past old farmhouses, green pastures, horses, cows, barns that had fallen into disrepair, and an old rusted tractor. Just as she started to relax, the bike took a sharp turn and started up a steep hill. Ann feared she’d fall right off the back and land on the pavement.
The bike came to a stop at the top of the hill, in a small park. Ann took off the helmet. Steele set hers and his on the bike. The park was well maintained and very quiet. A cool breeze whispered through the trees. “It’s pretty up here.”
“The view is amazing,” said Steele.
To Ann’s surprise, he took her hand, and led her to the edge of the hill, so they could enjoy a spectacular view of the valley below; squares of farmland as beautiful as any painting.
“I had no idea this park was here,” said Ann. She felt a little odd about him holding her hand. It seemed fast since they weren’t even on a date and he was officially still working.
“I used to bring dates up here when I was teenager,” said Steele.
It was not hard to imagine; back seat with a pretty girl, hormones on overdrive, windows steaming up…Ann was feeling a bit warm herself. It was only the sun of course, though the air was still cool. The hand that wasn’t being held felt cold. Ann put it into the jacket pocket. She felt a hole in the lining, heard the crinkle of plastic, and pulled out what she thought was a candy wrapper.
It was a condom. Extra large. Extra sensitive. Ann felt her face heat up another ten degrees.
“That wasn’t in my pocket?”
“Well, it sure wasn’t in mine.”
Steele took the condom off her palm. “I thought I lost this.”
He looked distressed.
“I know they’re a bit expensive, but there are plenty more at the store.”
He shook his head. “You don’t understand. This is no ordinary condom. If I had found this the night---well, let’s just say my whole life would be different right now.”
“What did she give you?”
His left eyebrow raised a notch. “A son. What were you thinking?”
“I work in a pharmacy. I know of all kinds of things she could have given you.”