"Buy condoms."

"Please buy condoms," she nodded.

You dash out of your apartment to your car like your life depended on it. As your heart race, you hope you do not get stopped by the cops as you drive to the nearest pharmacy just over the speed limit. Parking near the entrance of the store, you run to the door but then act as normal as you can without arousing suspicion from the security guard as you hustle to the aisle where the contraceptives are located. There are several brands and types -- ultra-thin, flavored, ribbed, and even glow in the dark! -- so you grab different types as to give Kitty a choice.

You try to avoid eye contact when you go up to the cashier who appears to be in her mid-fifties.

"Staying inside tonight, huh?" she quips as she scans the condoms.

"Um, yeah. Date night," you reply and anxiously hand her cash before she could read the total.

She chuckles, puts the condoms in a plastic bag and hands it to you. "Have a good night!"

"I will!" you reply and hurry back to your car.