. when I hear the word virgin I was shocked that she is virgin till now and I start thinking anyhow I will take her virginity… and know her thought ...that anyhow she is going to give me her wealth…her wholeness and herself. While talking that night, I was magnetized by her physically maturity glooming out of her red churidaar, her magnetic eye, magical smile, her makeup and costumes carved the novel picture of Cinderella in my heart.It all started from this point, in the night I looked her whole. They were stirrups. The nurse instructed me to lie down and put my feet up in the stirrups. The position looked similar to the chair that natal women use to deliver babies, only instead of sitting up like during a delivery, I was laying down. The doctor entered the room, accompanied by another nurse, pushing a cart full of instruments."Since this procedure is quite simple we normally do it under local anesthetic, unless you want to go under." Dr. Bowman asked trying to be supportive"If you. She's like a junky with two monkeys on her back: you and me. She has a beautiful baby boy and a loving husband. She's created a family. Still, the old urges build, and suddenly she needs a brother or mother fix. She tried cold turkey, gave us both up for over two years. Frankly, she made me proud. Now she wants one of us every six weeks." Carol shook her head. "She seized on your suggestion as if she were drowning and it was a lifeline. Yesterday morning, she arrived here worried I might have. But then there is the radiant blue violet crying for my attention, the dark petals dancing in the breeze hypnotizing me to take landing. I wouldn’t give in though. My choice would be the splendid rose, a clichéd red one. Vivid like the cheeks of the blushing bride as she offers herself to the groom on her wedding night, would be where I would feast. The rose, the place of such beautiful aroma, the bouquet enough to put the hardest person in a state of relax. Sometimes I wish I was an ant, all.