“You have reached the ultimate resolution phase”, the Fortran compiler would announce, smacking its virtual lips. Each time it called to mind how she and the other Grade Eight girls whose parents had subjected them to schooling in June had been assigned to clean the classroom. Atop the Arts closet, Lori Rains struck pay dirt: a fly-specked copy of the boys’ Sex Ed pamphlet. Now, the girlish equivalent had featured sperm putzing along the fallopian tubes. The boys’ proclaimed that girls took a long while to get going, longer than any boy. A girl who was ready, though, was unstoppable.
Image based on
Merck Manual.
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