What is that? i said its called a Hymen its whats makes you a VIRGIN.i took my finger out and said pull your panties up.she looked at me with disapoin...ent.I said let me explain: you only get one of those,once its broke it will never grow back,there will be some pain and some blood.she said like when i fall and skin my knee I said yes ,dont that hurt she say yeah but you fix it and the skin makes a scab and grow back.I said this wont grow back.you will lose it forever.Besides you need to save. Getting it to remain that way took a moment while I figured out how to transfer enough energy to the conversion to make it permanent.When I was done, Bud made me open my eyes and examine my two samples. They were now perfectly joined along a single seam, and because of the precision with which I'd aligned them, you couldn't really even see a seam. It just looked like the material went from one kind to the next, just like that."The seams are perfect," Bud told me as Harley and I marveled over. I enquired about her origins and she said her great grandparents migrated from the south of India to work in the sugarcane fields in natal and stayed on. She was born in s Africa and now lives in Johannesburg teaching in a school there.Ragini was dark skinned in color; about 5.3 inch tall and nicely built too, a decent face and great smile. I worked many years ago in a retail outlet of garments including ladies wear, so I guessed she was abt 38 34 40. Yes 38 d mostly I should say.I smiled at. I settled in and, as the train moved slowly, I curled up and tried to rest.Then, someone sat down in the adjacent seat, which my back was then facing. "Oh," a female voice cried out, as if just noticing a new person sitting next to her.I looked behind me. The voice was smooth and seemingly older.A raven-haired woman, possibly 25 years old, regarded me, and went to reading her book."Oh, hi." I replied. "Don't worry about me; I'm too sleepy to move my jaws to bite." Where are you headed?" she.