It’s a hot and muggy afternoon. Her boyfriend has a proposition, she giggles and brushes it off.
What if she gets pregnant? She asks, at first, but that falls on deaf ears.
It’s a valid concern, but one that her boyfriend did not have consideration for, because their encounter was brief.
She’s not happy and he doesn’t understand why.
There’s a cucumber in question that she whips out from her schoolbag. It’s not an unusual object and she’s not offended by the fruit.
But boy, he’s in for a pickle.