I lived in a dry country in small town where everyone knew what everyone else was doing and would call your parents in a heartbeat. So my opportunities were limited. But I was spending the night with a girlfriend and about midnight we decided to push her dad's truck down the drive way, pop the clutch and drive into town (about 1/4 mile) We drove to a service station on the edge of town, went into the men's restroom and bought a condom (we called them rubbers back then). We had never seen one and were just curious about how they looked. But we would have been in serious trouble if our parents had known we "borrowed" the truck and then bought the condom. I'm sure the preacher would have had a sermon on it the next Sunday. This was back when rock and roll was the devils music. :>)