Once again, I do apologize." "No, it's okay." I replied, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "I just have a couple questions." "Shoot." "Why are s...me women born without a hymen?" I blurted. That wasn't really an important question, but I had always wondered. "It's just a mutation in their genes. It's like how all girls have different breast sizes, the number of egg cells they carry, or the shape of their body." He replied. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes flicker down to my body.. He had reached the stage were thoughts of girls and sex were a major preoccupation. His hormones were raging, and he seemed to have a constant erection, which he worked over diligently in bed every night. As he noticed the change that was taking place with his sister, thoughts of her gradually began to supplant the magazines he kept hidden in his closet as inspiration for his nightly diversions. This was unfortunate for him, since he was a shy boy. He was never able to develop relationships. No! Ive heard of her Sheriff. Is there anybody else? said Mona. No! She hates prostitution! She calls it evil. Against everything she stands for. Last person got a year in jail for her first offense. I said, with a big smile. What? No!!! That cant happen. I belong to the PTA, I teach Bible Study. she said. I walked over to my desk to get my chair. I then moved my chair in front of her cell. What happen again? I said. I crossed my left leg over my right. I checked my dark black uniform, as she. When this young woman came in that I guessed to be a university student, yet she dressed with class. A tight white sweater, short skirt that showed off her long tanned shapely legs (my weakness.) I looked her over as she stood in line and she looked me over where I sat with a mischievous smile on her full lips. Then I looked at the way she moved her hips as she sauntered to a table close at hand. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl’s toes. No rings she.