“I have no idea, bro. But want to give it a try? In fact, that might be a good thing – to go occasionally and keep the lights on once in a while, check for frozen pipes, see that everything is ok.” Eventually, to our innocent suggestion that now that we were back at school perhaps Paul and I could check on it his response was “hey, that’s a good idea.” Paul and I painted a picture of a study retreat so that we could both keep ourselves on the honour roll so that Paul’s scholarship offers would be more likely. Paul and I strategized more and asked what would happen to the cottage over the winter? I’ve thought about that statistic many times and thought that, logically, it meant that somewhere out there is a woman who climaxes around thirty percent of the time, as Paul’s love and generosity gave me orgasms virtually every time we had sex.
