I have the pleasure of getting laid the night before I leave for a road trip. I view it as "if he dies in the fiery impact of a plummeting metal tube suddenly subject to gravity when the plane realizes that the Bernoulli effect no longer explains the lift experienced by aircraft wings," then our last memory of each other will be a fond one. The other more practical option is that having knocked the bottom out before leaving, she figures I'll be less inclined to seek out some road pussy. In the final analysis, while the premiums are a bitch, fidelity insurance pays great dividends.
