"Okay, you're trying to tell me that come -- C-U-M, come -- is beneficial to women?"

"Hey, I'm just reading the article, Tiff. Don't shoot the messenger."

Tiffany rolled her eyes. "First it's about free love and being with as many people as you can. Then it's the AIDS scare and having at least three forms of birth control every time you're with a person. Now it's back to the 'bodily fluids are our friends' way of thinking?"

"Not just any bodily fluids," Heather reminded her. "Come."

Tiffany rolled her eyes again. "I'll bite. What's it supposed to do for us?"

"According to this article, it can reduce depression in women."

"Fuck-it!"

Heather giggled. "Yep, it says right here, 'mood-altering hormones in semen are absorbed through the vagina, and leads to a reduction in occurrences of depression.'"

"You know what I'm thinking right now?" Tiffany took the magazine out of Heather's hands and grinned.

"What?"

Tiffany ran her hand along Heather's bare thigh. She leaned forward and licked Heather's nipple, causing it to pucker.

"Mmmmmm... you're thinking what?" Heather reminded her, winding her hands in the other girl's hair.

"I'm thinking," Tiffany answered, "that a little depression never hurt anyone."

THE END