Had my vasectomy when I turned 40 and our only child was five. I don't recall sizzle or smell, or discomfort for more than a day. But another recollection: My vasectomy was at Planned Parenthood in downtown Detroit. My wife taught school nearby. We lived in a near suburb. I worked in another suburb a little farther out. A coworker who got his vasectomy at PP about the same time lived even farther out. It made sense for my wife to drive both our required sperm(less) samples downtown on her way to school. The first was no problem; the coworker stopped by our house on his way to work, my wife left with both samples. But on the second one, there was a hitch: He was late. It was 7 a.m. Clara needed to leave. We saw his car turn the corner onto our street of homes on 40-foot lots, drive halfway down, pull over and stop at the curb. It remained for a minute or so, then started up. Jesse got out of the car, handed Clara the sample. She took off with his and mine. She told me his was still warm.
I've told this story recently. Hope it wasn't on this forum. Stop me if you've heard it before.
And if Faye strikes up an ongoing relationship with Sam, how can it not be connected with maternal instincts? That could take her in an interesting new direction, and not just with Samantha. But I'm still trying to comprehend (relation-)shipping, so forgive me if I don't have it down just right.