She came with the water glass. I took a sip and put it on the table. While talking she mentioned that almost all her clothes were given for washing an... she only has an undershirt to wear. Hearing this the devil inside me woke up and I formulated a plan. I kept the water glass on her nightstand and there were some novels below on the shelf of her nightstand. I asked for the half-girlfriend book and she bent down to take it. I was standing behind her and I was tall enough to touch the glass. I. ." Virgin?" she finished for me. "Yes, I am ... well technically anyway." Technically?" I said once again now more confused than ever, especially the way this conversation was suddenly going."Technically because I've never had a man's prick inside me before," she said still grinning at me. "But once I discovered mother's vibrator and what it felt like, I sort of took care of the other little problem myself, which to be honest with you, I'm glad that I did so there won't be any of that. Anyroad it beat Lion Taming and being a Gladiator.He wandered up the Temple of Vesta to have a bit of banter with the “Vestal Virgins.”There was a bit of a kerfuffle. Some bird was getting chucked out of a a side door. Nozzer recognised her, she used to live near his gaff, her dad was summat in the Senate.Nozzer wandered up to stick his beak in, “Analise?” he queried.“Fuck off pervert,” she replied sharply, before she recognised him. “Oh sorry, you’re Nostradamus ain’t you?”“Yes, call me. The pain of moving on, of letting go of someone you loved is paralyzing. After knowing the in-and-outs of someone and being comfortable with their flaws, not only being comfortable with them, but embracing them, you have to go out and find someone else, and that is the least appealing thing in the world. You don’t want to learn someone else’s pet peeves and favorite foods. You don’t want to get used to another routine or have to meet someone else’s family. You want that familiar scent, that.