When their eyes met, she again found something about the way he looked at her peculiar. ‘Eu didn’t tell you? I’m a virgin,’ she admitted with ... hiccup. ‘But juss ’cause you can’t drop it in that slot doesn’t mean we can’t have a good time…’ ‘Huh. Twenty two years old and still a ‘virgin’, eh? What’s your real name?’ The man asked interrogatively. His penis was now so stiff that the veins across its swarthy surface stood out in sharp, shiny relief. ‘Wha? Thass’ my real name, silly,’ Betty. I was skilled with relating with and remaining on friendly terms with all my various liaisons, even with adding in the occasional pregnancies. It only took a short while to determine if a potential sexual partner had enough depth of character or sense of self to keep my interest and if not I didn’t pursue that aspect of interaction. I remained friendly though, since certainly they had friends and co-workers I might meet.The old joke asks “how do porcupines make love?” I have to tell you, that. "I'll be OK." I answered. I would have liked to take it off, but with a sheer white camisole on underneath, I would have felt very awkward."Take it off, you'll feel a lot better." He continuedI told him I was fine, but for some reason I undid the two buttons and slid the jacket off. He told me to put it in the back and I did."Isn't that better?" he askedOf course he was right, but I still felt uncomfortable. "Yeah." I answered. I just wanted to get back to my car. Suddenly I didn't feel good. He could see again.The man felt every minute line of Sala's soft fingertips tickling his skin as she touched his face. Scanning her feminine features, he reached his own hand to the woman's smooth hair, shimmering with trapped starlight."Your hair twinkles as the night sky," he said in wonder, more to himself than her. "How could I have not seen it before?"For a time the two sat in the warm glow of the rippling flames, caressing each other's face; they both knew the other's features intimately.