Yeah, it might be okay for her, I thought bitterly, but I was the one with everything on the line here. My ability to provide for my family. My ability to procreate with a functional pair of balls. Yeah, I had a feeling both were at stake today. This was all new territory to me. One minute I was twelve years old and locking eyes on her at the school gates, and the next I was seventeen, standing in her house, about to tell her father that she was mine. Christ.
