“N…no,” she whispered as she came down from the height of her o****m. “What?” He couldn’t even remember what he’d asked her. “If you mean protection, I don’t have anything.” “That’s okay. I usually have a condom or two somewhere in my bags. Hang on.” He rose to peel himself away from her, but she grabbed onto him. “Wait. There’s something you should know first. I don’t have anything with me because I…don’t usually do this.” “You’re picky,” he said impatiently. “I remember. Got it. Flattered that I made the grade. I’ll be right back.” “No, you don’t understand. I’m picky because…I’ve never done this. I’m a virgin.” He stared at her with incomprehension, then relaxed back onto the couch, sinking into the position where he’d started. “You’re a virgin,” he repeated. “Why? How?” “Excus