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Actually, see, I think that bed might just fit two. If they were significantly pressed together and making due with limited space. And neither of them were apparently greatly concerned with taking precautions.
If she'd gone in with a syringe, storing pipettes of paste, as it were, for later horrid self-experimentation... but, no. At least half of the bed, then, would belong to either party, and you can't do the Pudd'nhead Wilson 'If I owned half that dog...' either. Not in polite company and without significantly lowering the life expectancy of the other portion.
Don't let this stop the party. To be free of a bad or unwanted situation is certainly cause for celebration, I just don't think it's entirely one-sided, that avoided situation.
All parties of consensual ANYTHING are responsible for the outcome, in their measure and own way. That's what being an adult is, or ought to be, compressed down to a homily. We don't pick our situations, but we have to deal with them, and how we deal and what results of that: each and every one of our responsibility. |
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