The Test

It was just before dawn. Elizabeth yanked open the toilet seat, wretching into it. Maybe she was sick -- working too hard, burning both ends of the candle too much with late nights and early mornings -- before she realized something, as another load of Lamont's cum was marinating inside her.

She hurriedly walked to the nearby pharmacy, buying a test, using the restroom of the pharmacy, and checking it with a jittery hand.

...

Positive.

Not easy for a lesbian to explain, she realized belatedly.