henrymakow.com — June 15, 2017
As change of pace, a memoir which shows how morality has changed in 50 short years.
She asked me if she was pregnant. I assured her that she wan’t. We had not had intercourse. She had not been naked.
by Henry Makow Ph.D.
She stayed after class to listen to my conversation with the professor. The course was Eighteenth Century English literature.
The year was 1971. I was 21, working as a reporter on the night shift at the Ottawa Journal, finishing my BA at Carleton University.
She was a kindergarten teacher in Collingwood, a resort town north of Toronto, the pretty daughter of an Anglican minister.
Her father obviously had wanted a son. Her name was “Stevie.”
We left the building together and ended up at her room in residence. I don’t remember if this was the first day or later. In any case, we engaged in what in those days was called “necking.”
After, she asked me if she was pregnant. I assured her that she wasn’t. We had not had intercourse. She had not removed her pants.
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