"Are you a virgin, Ernie?"He took a long time to reply; I knew he was deciding whether to lie or to tell me the truth, but I had no real idea what the...truth was."No I'm not, Ginny." You're lying, Ernie." No I'm not." Yes, you are." Why should I lie to you?" Because you're embarrassed." How can I prove to you that I'm not a virgin?" Tell me her name?"This time he turned beet red, and shook his head. "I can't." Why not?" If I told you why not, I'd be telling you who she is."I stared at Ernie. He. I've always been healthy, so it hasn't been an issue. The government mandated insurance issue has bothered me. I understand it but I still haven't made up my mind about whether I agree with it or not." That was something I was going to have to deal with, one way or another, when I graduated. I hadn't been looking forward to it, either." What else do you talk about?" All sorts of things, mostly about life in general, he's also been telling me about his family. He's been telling me how the kids. The next stop is a Nine West boutique in the same mall where my sneakersare surrendered for a pair of four-inch black pumps and where I pick outa matching black hobo bag. I no longer look like a tomboy; the pumps andhandbag are transformative and I'm now generally passable as a female.The clerk makes a comment I make a very pretty sissy which is mortifyingto me. As we go to pay for the pumps Master sees that suede high heelboots are on sale so he has me fitted for a pair as well as second. .. I have waited so long for you." Slowly and carefully he inserted himself into the entrance of her warm place. He then plunged himself into that dark abyss of heat. She looked up at him and he mouthed to her to watch. The connection between the two of them was electric. "Sylvia," he gasped as he sank into eternal bliss of being buried in those wonderful realms of her body. They sank into a rhythm, passionately giving and taking, building to a climatic crescendo. As they both started their.