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Recollections We were both young, recently married and attending different colleges. We shared the car, both being able to drive. Sometimes I took it; sometimes Pam did, usually when we knew I could get a lift home. One evening Pam was a little later in than expected. “Oh, a student meeting. You know how it goes and Bike is so involved in student politics you get caught up in it.” “Bike?” “We call him that. He cycles everywhere.” We followed our usual routine, bit of study, bed, but no sex. She was tired. A week later Pam was later than before. She came in at 9pm, pleased with herself and obviously excited. After a bit of small talk about another student meeting she’d been to she murmured, “I am bad.” “Are you?” I was washing …