I knew it'd be her first time because we've definitely talked about it before, and she trusts me. But her being a virgin, she was a little scared. I f...nished getting ready and got in my car to pick her up. The ten minute drive went by fast as a lot of things do when you're a little nervous about something, but when I arrived there and saw her, my heart stopped. Her beautiful, sexy body was pressed greatly to the inside of her dress. She looked amazing, wearing make up and everything, she's. I asked her to put on a different record, as the rock and roll on the turntable wasn't really conductive to sensual massage. She found the atonal, Eastern music record without a beat that was a favorite of mine for massage and I settled in to working on Nancy. She prompted me to drink my tea before it got cold. Even under the taste of the honey, I could taste the mushrooms. I gave her a raised eyebrow and she returned a smug little smile. It wasn't going to get us real stoned, but it would help. It will be just like last night. We’ll be warm, but nothing will happen.”“Oh, I know that,” I said. “And that’s the problem. This is all fun and games for you, Sam, but did you ever think of how I might feel about it?”“Oh, I know how you feel about it,” she said, her voice full of very adult innuendo. “You haven’t been on a date since Cathy died, have you?”“No,” I confirmed.“And you don’t go out and hire prostitutes, right?”“Of course not!” I barked.“Well, then, you’ve been going without sex. But in my dream, I saw it. It was right there, hanging directly above me. The deer’s black eyes just stare down at me, penetrating me me with their emptiness, penetrating me the way the man was about to penetrate Rachel. And the longer I stared back into those black, lifeless beads, the more it dawned on me. I listened to Rachel’s attempts to stifle her groans, trying to disguise them as discomfort for my ears. And I just kept craning my neck too stare upward, into those empty black beads… The.