My Vagina has a First Name

You know the old adage about if you love something you should set it free and if it loves you it will come back? That happened to me and my vagina once.

I went to Mexico on a day trip. My friend Brenda went with me. We stopped in Ensenada, a little town near the border. We were walking down the street, minding our own business, talking about where we could buy Retin-A or Valium to smuggle back across the border when a little Mexican man stepped out of the shadow of an alley and blocked our pat...