He began the introduction of calling it a night and the protests and jeers began. He decided to try and turn the tables on Karen and be the forward on...."Ladies", he said, "we all know Karen's having a fit and squirming on the barstool there - let the poor girl get to her battery operated relief back home!"They collectively drew in deep breaths and all laughed, Karen giving him a smug grin and said:"Well, look who just pulled up his big boy pants and wants to talk dirty to the women now. Shame. Oh, your country is not Quebec anymore?...My country is Quebec. But my country, it can be Canada too, if the person I'm speaking to not know where is Quebec, Tabarnak!I don't understand...Look, it's simple: I come from the Province of Quebec, in the country of Canada.Ok! But I didn't ask you what Province you're from, I asked you what Country you're from. Me, I come from Lofoten region in Norway, but I answer you Norway when you ask me what country I come from...I know, I'm not stupid, Calisse!. "Let's have sex. I don't want to be a virgin." Her voice broke through me so innocently, almost sad. I showed reluctance in my face. She found it and replied, "I'm having your baby, we both know we're going to get in a lot of trouble; please, I don't want to have to go through with this without even actually feeling real sex. I love you, if just being with you can make me feel so happy, having sex with you will make all our problems worth nothing."I smiled to her. She had a point. If I was. It was them that had remained pure virgins, never having been violated by gross men, that were absolutely fateful to the High Priest.For all their loyal devotion and faithfulness he, a gross male after all, had betrayed them in the end into mindless slavery to other gross men. Slavery just the same even if it was mindless bliss, she shuddered in estuary just remembering the slavery. It was wrong even if had felt so good. She mentally slapped herself for her momentary weakness and traitorous.