He go’s Let me help you to your room. I don’t want to be the guy who put Britney Spears in hospital. Britney had hurt herself hitting her leg on...the wall and had a bit of a limp. So the guy helped her out to her room. When they got to the room Britney opened the door. The both walk over to the bed. The guy helped her down to it and said are you ok now. She said yah I’ll be fine. The guy then made his way back to the door. Britney then said ‘Hay I just realises I don’t know you name’ He said. But my virginity has gone. It's gone! The girls at work always used to say that when you lose it, people can tell by looking at you that you have had sex. But I don't think anyone has really noticed anything different about me. And I don't really feel as differently as I thought I would either, except that I do find I am starting to think about sex more since it happened. I wonder if that is normal.....Anyway, it didn't happen as I thought it would: perhaps after a long courtship and lots of. We heard feet on the front porch and then someone banged the knocker on the wide front door. She looked out without moving the curtain. "It's him," she said, turning to face me, her mouth a very thin line. "There are two Redcoats with him and a pair of Germans headed for the back door, big ones." Is it locked?" I asked, checking my pistol's priming. My musket was out in the stable."I doubt it," she said, hurrying off. The knocking continued, even harder.A cry from the back room got my blood. I think Doctor Lambeau will appreciate the fire crotch.”I know I was blushing as she said that, but she just continued on without hesitation.“Green eyes. Hmm, I’m gonna call you more of a pear in body shape. Height and weight?”“Uh, five-five and one-thirty-five I think.”She looked at me again. “Yeah that makes sense. I mean you’re not fat or skinny really, pretty average, and you have wider shoulders than most.”“How big are your tits?”For some reason I blushed again at the crassness of how the.