Sounds like Conciliation Time over there.But Molly couldn't quite grasp the concept. "That nineteen," she said. "Does that include guys you just -- yo...u know -- did orally?"Sarah laughed. "You mean do I adhere to the Bill Clinton definition of what's sex? Well, the answer's complicated. First of all, I do think that oral sex counts as sex. --But when I said 'nineteen, ' I was talking about the number of guys who've actually done me -- all the way!" Nineteen!" Molly repeated. There was the sound. She was about to be fucked. The man gripped her shirt with one hand and violently ripped it entirely off her body. Her breasts swung free and fell upon the cold wood of the table. Not finished yet, the man grasped her shorts - the thin fabric she enjoyed so much as it brushed against her clit was no protection, and quickly lay in tatters on the pathway.She half-lay on the table, face down, standing in only her shoes and the small hair band holding her ponytail. She was afraid... yet realized. Brad and Abby looked at Scott, waiting, “What, you want to find out right now?”“Why not right now?” Abby asked.“Why don’t you two go and elope and save us a lot of heartaches,” he kidded.“Oh Daddy, we would if we could but we’re too young. And besides, you’ll want to give your only daughter away to her groom won’t you?” She added softly kissing his cheek.“Our, not so little girl, getting married!” He realized.The six left the room to look out over the balcony. Brad glanced back at Wendy staying. Touching his face Elsa said, "Yes." Picking her up Kona'll carried her to her lodge the sounds of the banquet dim in the background. That night he was gentle and considerate as she lost her virginity slowing his movements until the pain went away. That night she basked in the feeling of what had just happened and stayed awake until the morning. He left her as the sun rose kissing her lips one last time before sneaking away.In the weeks that followed a change came over Elsa that everyone began.