Silence is not Golden

Vol 3 Part 7

Cole

7 March 2017
Saturday 1:00pm

"Can I ask you something? Full disclosure and no offense intended."

"Can I hear the question first?"

Ri looks down and back up.

"How did the nurse trick you into giving up um, your fluid?"

"Sperm, Ri. Say it with me."

"Sperm." She throws her hand over her mouth.

"Wow, you're a prude."

"I believe in using polite words."

"Sperm isn't a cuss."

"I know. But it's not like you'd walk around the grocery store calling it out."

“What an image.”

“Are you going to answer my question?”

I look at her.

“How did a nurse convince you to ejaculate for her?”

I gasp.

“Now who is the prude?”

“Okay fine.” I say, laughing. “Give me a moment.”

Each time I start to calm down, the phrase replays in my mind and I start laughing again. Ri glances at me.

“Sorry. I think I switched to manic to deal with the question. Um, she said there was a concern about my sperm count considering my mental health history.”

“She knew about your mental health and still chose you?”

I glare at her.

“Sorry. It’s just most women don’t go for a sperm donor with a history of mental health.”

“Now you can say it.”

“Dude, I pulled out ejaculate. My threshold is lowered.”

God, I'm glad she's not wearing anything very revealing. She's got shorts on. Her legs are amazing. But I'm glad her breasts are covered by an average dark version of Alice and Wonderland tshirt.

“Don’t say pull out and ejaculate in the same sentence.”

Ri starts laughing and I join her.

“Please don’t use those words around anyone else.” I say.

“Hey, I have some sense. If I can’t say it at the grocery store, I can’t say it to parents and children. No way.”

“We’re children.”

“I am the oldest I’ll ever be again.”

“It’s ‘oldest you’ve ever been, youngest you’ll ever be again’.”

Ri stares at me and then blinks.

“Oh. That sounds better.”

“So can I ask you a question?” I ask.

“Sure.”

“Are you going to make up with your friends?”

“There’s nothing to be made up.”

“Something changed.”

“I changed. I drew away.”

“Why?”

Ri looks away.

“Because of your sister?” I ask.

“I wasn’t the same person when school came back. I was afraid of hurting feelings and breaking friendships.”