I'd like to say my views on abortion changed then and there, that the kindness and wisdom bestowed upon me by that woman made me see the light. But that wouldn't be true. Becoming pro-choice was a slow process of learning by osmosis beijing Massage Place which didn't begin until my beijing Massage Place g college years. I came to know many women who confided in me that they'd had an abortion. I was at first surprised that these women -- some of them, indeed, from big cities -- didn't seem evil or whorish at all. With time, I simply grew up and shed the remaining vestiges of that small town "horse sense" like a snake does its skin. It'd been a low-level brainwashing by an entire village and escaping their clutches brought a lot of inward shame as I came to realize the horrible things I'd once thought about liberal people (not the least of which my belief that a person could be 'evil' or, for that matter, a woman a 'whore'). And when it came to abortion, I never again had to worry about whether or not a girl was pregnant because I knew how to use a condom. A very smart and understanding woman had taught me early on.

The clinic in Jamestown was in a suite of offices on the second floor of the Buffalo Shopping Mall. We hadn't made an appointment because we didn't know anything about clinics. The only reason we knew the place existed was because Lilly's mother had told us all about it, how they murder babies at the shopping mall in Jamestown. I expected a woman like Beulah Ballbreaker from "Porky's" to greet us at the door, someone real ugly and mean, someone who enjoyed killing babies. It was a strange sort of guilty relief when the woman who answered the door was a receptionist in her mid-twenties, soft-spoken and warm. She put her arm around Lilly's waste in a fashion that made me think she'd once been through this herself; for a moment, I judged her harshly for it. After all, our situation was different. Lives would be ruined if we didn't go through with this. Lilly was not a whore. It was an accident. We were not city people.

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