"I love you. I love you. I miss you. I want to see you now. Are there any planes operating this time of night?" she cried. "I love you too but what's the hurry? It costs a fortune for impromptu bookings. Look, you've been drinking. Enjoy the night. I'll be thinking of you. We'll see each other in a few weeks anyhow." "I don't want to wait a few weeks. I don't want to lose you. I've been really stupid. Please don't be angry." "Angry with what?" She had been drinking and met up with a stranger she fancied and before she knew it they were having sex behind some bushes. And the condom broke. Three months of plastic sex, we'd only just had a *week* back to normality again, and then this had to happen. As she was taking it worse than me, I kept calm and assured her that while I *was* angry, I wasn't angry with *her*. I said I would cope for another three months. ______________________________________________ Back to main article. Created for the Undesirable Propagation Unit.