Dennis and Brie Part 1
I sat in the waiting room. Basically, Brie had told me that if I really was as much of a manwhore as she gathered I was in my last year of high school and during the Fall semester (yesiree), then I had to get tested before we had any more sex. She’d actually rebuffed me a day before, my right hand on her bra, my tongue having just been stuck in her mouth, and told me the terms and conditions. Before Brie, I would have just ditched whatever chick asked me this and found pussy elsewhere. I wasn’t sure what was different about Brie. So here I sat, having just finished the questionnaire. Did I have any pre-existing conditions? Other than a probably genetic pre-disposition to alcoholism, mental illness and white-collar criminality, nope. I checked …