” “You mean you actually made it to your wedding night a virgin?” I asked, probably more incredulously than I should have. “Yes, you jerk, a...though there was a really close call; and I’m not particularly proud of what I had to do to keep my hymen intact.” “Oh, really,” I said, but more as a question than a comment. “Yeah, really. You may not have noticed when we were together back then, but being with you, no matter where or why, always got my motor running. Once we started our ‘wet. And the sleeping bag. Help me get up."We got her into the bathroom and she got rid of whatever was left, which I suppose wasn't much. She got her suitcase and brought the whole thing back with her. I took advantage of her absence to empty my bladder.Once we were sure she had a clean towel, I got shoved out and she took a shower. I was surprised that she was showered, teeth and hair brushed, dressed and ready to go within ten minutes.While she was in there, we had some more drama. Bozo followed. It was thoroughly depressing.As it turned out, I was almost, but not quite completely, right.Mom and Aunt Karen sat down with me, on the evening that Kristin left, and explained that, even though all three of us had been forced to ignore our natural inhibitions, now that Kristin was gone, such behavior was no longer necessary and would not continue. Both were very somber, during our conversation, and I did my best not to stare at the wonderful tits I now knew were hidden under their clothes.And. I knew that Melanie wasn’t the type of person who would normally engage in casual sex. I’m not even sure she would have agreed to our meeting today had she not been concerned about the safety of her unborn child. I respected that and, since our coupling was very enjoyable, I agreed to sponsor her. Perhaps, in time, she might come to feel something for me.When I returned to Harvard’s companion selection center later that afternoon, I was told that two of the four women I was supposed to be.