There was a steel counter running a line right down the right side separating the main kitchen from this aisle. There were a few glass door fridges an... I opened the second.“You’re a virgin?”“Yeah!” She grew defensive. She tightly hugged herself.“OK,” I grabbed two cans of whipped cream, “How’s school?”“Uh, it’s summer vacation now. I mean, I like school.” To her, I think, I was a Grown Up and, as much as she clearly wanted Matthew to treat her like a Grown Up or the waitresses to include her in. Women need to be found and courted.”Courted? He meant drugged, I suspect.Shortly before nightfall, I was back in the livestock area walking around when I saw her. She was almost as tall as I was, which is unusual for a teenaged girl. I was already pushing six feet. She was mucking out a pen with a big rake. She wore jeans and a western shirt with a straw cowboy hat on her head, one, long, braid of coal black hair down her back. She was a long and lean girl. She had a beautiful ass, one of those. Looking drawn and slightly paler than herfair complexion was normally.She slumped into a chair and the nail attendant started on her feet."Why didn't you tell me?" she said accusingly."If I had you'd have run for the hills," I replied calmly. "Relax. Thefirst time is the worst. Next time I'd recommend two aspirin and plentyof water. And a numbing cream about a half hour before also helps."She stared daggers at me."No pain, no gain, honey." Now we were even for her winning that wet t-shirt. I love Yasmin, but I doubt that she loves me. If Yasmin did love me, she wouldn’t have done what she did. Twenty four hours ago, my world was shattered into a trillion pieces. We were hanging out at the Saint Laurent Mall, and were about to have supper together at our favorite Chinese restaurant, Manchu Wok, when Yasmin ran into some old high school buddies of hers. A pair of Somali chicks approached us, and Yasmin greeted them happily. I stood nearby, and waited a while for Yasmin to introduce.