“Yes,” she said, panting, “you’re right… I’m a virgin… I love your cock Big Brother but it really is the only one I’ve ever touched, o...r even seen… except Daddy’s and pictures. And yours is the only hard one I ever played with.. or sucked,” she said, blushing, reminding me of the morning I ran out of tissues.“It’s OK… I understand,” I said, almost weeping inside, “it’s totally normal to want to lose it to your boyfriend after the Prom…” Then I thought a second and said, “but do you think,. We must have talked for at least two hours that day before she said she had to go. Another time was arranged when we could talk again, which was later that night. I spent the rest of the evening replying to my e-mails when her call came back around 8pm. Just as she always was, she brought many smiles and laughs to my battered soul. We tackled every topic there was considering we had close to f******n years to catch up on. I told her of my recent divorce, and how I was trying to cope with it.. " I just deliver'em Miss I'm afraid. All I can tell you is that it's paid for and bought in the name of Miles at this address." Oh, well it must be another one of my husband's follies then." surmised Judie, signing for the package and wishing the delivery man well on his way.Twelve years of marriage had taught Judie to expect all sorts of weird gadgets and gizmos to turn up unannounced at the front door in package form. She assumed it was Tony's way of managing his frustrations. He always told. Victor suddenly realized how odd it was that she was wearing long sleeves on a night as sweaty and humid as that night. Victor understood, he had went through a phase when he was younger, so he asked if he could see them. She looked up bleary eyed and responded, ‘What?’ ‘Can I see the scars on your arms.’ She looked at him in disbelief, but without breaking eye contact slowly rolled up her sleeves. There they were, in neat little rows. Red crayon on white paper. Victor thought he would have.