Chapter Nine
A Premature Ending
I just know it’s going to happen again. I can’t help it. Until this week I’ve never been intimate with anyone. At eighteen I’m a narrow-shouldered, shallow-chested, skinny-wimpy, shrimpy-d**k runt, a five-foot four-inch failure of the phenotype. And my new fiancé, set up with me (and set down in stone) by our respective families and financial situations, is not only demonically desirable but incredibly intimidating to boot.
As I goggle apoplexy, she sheds her robe and swings astride my own meekly supine nudity. It’s the third time she’s allowed me into her bed to attempt s*x and yet I’m still a virgin. Might I finally get it inside? Doubtful. As before the sight of those herculean arms and shoulders, absolutely superlative t**s, tapered torso, lean loins,
