"It's wet, big brother, maybe because we love each other, and I'm guessing you haven't told mom and dad about this either. Fuck, you may not even know...about it. I just know, my slit is soaked, and now I'm wondering how big you are down there. Wendy knows, but it might be weird if I asked her, so maybe I should go find out for myself," I theorized, before calmly making it to my door.I quietly went out there and made my way to his room, even as I was naked. I just let my cherry and heart lead me. "I'm not talking about her tits, you clod," she said with laugh."Yeah, I know," I said with some feeling as I remembered the feel of my hand cupping her tits, and the sting of her hand across my face."Girls don't like it when their dates drool over some other chick," she explained. "Oh, I've seen her, all smiles and pushing her tits under guys' noises, pushing all their buttons then she cries rape if they deemed to want to touch her." Yeah," I agreed."I bet most of your friends would like to do. I should not be scared. For all I know the body cast is a step towards my recovery. It helps me to heal. And what is more important, it reduces the pain by immobilizing my bogy completely. I breathe a sigh of relief. Just one thing troubles me. My legs are stretched wide apart. Was it necessary? It makes me feel awkward. They must have had a good reason to do that. Nevertheless, I feel vulnerable. Something pops up in my mind. Nora's sister... Connie, her casted legs were spread like that. He was considered handsome by most accounts and many young ladies of nobility hoped to catch the young prince’s eye at various balls held throughout the year. He began attending these balls at the age of sixteen in the hopes of finding a young maiden who might catch his fancy, but none had done so as of yet. Keep in mind, he was but eighteen years young in the spring of 1683 and no one, save his father, was in any particular hurry for him to marry. Aleksander had become uneasy with his fate.