You drive home slowly.

You remind yourself not to speed or risk getting pulled over by a cop. Luckily you listened to yourself because a couple blocks away from your place a police cruiser pulls up behind you when you stop at an intersection. After parking your car in the garage, you do anxiously wait for the elevator and after arriving to your floor you dash to your door.

"I'm back!" you announce but do not see Kitty in the living room.

"I am in bedroom!" you hear her shout.

Your jaw drops at the sight of her lying on your bed wearing on white bra and panties.

"You have condoms?" she asks.

"Yes!" you answer and empty out the plastic bag onto the bed.

Like a kid checking out her cache of Halloween candy, Kitty examines the wide variety of condoms you bought.

"Strawberry-flavor. Banana! Ribbed," she says, reading the packages, and then giggles. "Oh, glow in the dark!"

"Do you want me to wear that?" you ask while you pull your shirt over your head.