“Somebody had to be the first one. Consider yourself lucky. You got a cigarette?”“Left coat pocket. Matches in the right,” he said. “You sai... ‘first.’ You been in prison or something?”Alice laughed as she took a deep drag of her first cigarette in 17 years. “Yeah. Serving a life sentence.”She passed the cigarette over to her lover, who knew when a conversation was over. After a few moments, he asked, “Can I at least take a shower?”“No, I don’t think so,” she said, accept the cigarette once. What do you want me to do," she asked so innocently?I didn't answer her, but stood back from her and looked at her with piercing eyes, exclaiming, "My, Emily, you have really grown up into a beautiful young lady, let me look at you."She blushed and looked at the floor, shuffling her feet shyly. I said that I thought she was really pretty and bet she had lots of boyfriends fighting over her.She replied, "I, um, really don't have a boyfriend." From the way she looked at me as she said this, I. She waded into the water, closing her eyes, and focusing on only what she felt and heard. She had been standing serenely still with the wind on her face, and water lapping at her knees, completely at one with nature, unmovable by any earthly force for almost half an hour before something clicked awake in her mind and her eyes opened. She was surrounded on all sides, She could hear their clumsy movements as they slowly advanced towards her. ‘My unity has been obstructed… or has it?’ she thought. She never did say whether she had actually enjoyed her deflowering; she gave more of an impression that she had just been relieved to have gone through this rite of passage with as little pain as she had been led to believe would be the case. We settled into married life with great ease and I have to say that at the beginning the sex was great. I was getting my pleasure on a regular basis; she was getting satisfaction from being the good wife who was honouring her husband. However, there were.