”“And give up my daddy's cock?” I shuddered. “Women are fun, but men—my daddy—are hot!”I hopped to my feet, pussy cream running down my ...hin. I grabbed her hand and dragged her from the stall. We had to get to classes. I led her out of the bathroom over to the table where we'd left our stuff. We gathered it up, her holding her clothes beneath her arm.“So, tell me everything about you and Vivian,” I said, hooking her arm with mine and heading to class. “I can't believe you didn't tell me you. I suddenly notice that she too smells of spices, so now my body is all weird. My stomach is yelling food, my eyes are yelling hot woman and my body is saying hot woman is inches away, lock and load boys.So I shake my head and continue with the tasks at hand looking up the medical term for her. I eventually find it and help her in writing out the answer for her homework. Her English is good and I tell her so but I notice that she has not caught the nuisances like words having similar. I looked at the backstage clock on the wall; it was 9:59. It took me another one of those nanoseconds to decide against pointing this out."All right, ladies and gentlemen, let's get cracking. We have all of these fine musicians"—he gestured at the orchestra—"here for exactly four hours today, and in that time I expect to go through the entire opera without unnecessary interruptions. If we finish early, well and good but there are no rewards. If we run over, the nice people from management will. He in turn struggled to his feet and bowed, then likewise raised his glass to me.The old gentleman probably thought I was a virginal innocent schoolgirl. I certainly looked and dressed the part, and as I was only fourteen years old perhaps I should have possessed at least some of those attributes, but I didn't – nary a one.My mother believed that virginity was something that should be lost at the earliest opportunity and made sure that mine was taken by a skilled virgin deflowerer when I was.