I don’t want to put a girl through a temporary relationship, knowing that my heart is somewhere else.”“That makes sense,” Marcia says smiling....She kisses me on the cheek. “I wish all guys were like you. But remember, there are many girls that want to get with you before you and Martina become a couple...” She pauses as she stares into my eyes. “Including me.”It is Friday morning. Game day. Our first game of the season I am walking Martina to her first class. She is decked out in her cheerleader. Carly began to toy with the cap of her drink as Sam takes the first few gulps of hers, contemplating whether to participate in the delinquency she had only ever sat back and observed before."Wasn't this supposed to be a date?"Sam set her bottle down and shrugged."Yeah, it is. Just you, me, and Ike. Not to mention the fortune of a clear sky." I'm not sure I want Ike to be here," Carly admitted with a slightly disappointed tone."You know the rules. Don't knock something until you try it."Carly. She even mentioned it after he had left, kind of half joking about how he definitely wasn't modest so it was more of a joke between us than anything.I was working on part of the fence a few weeks later and he agreed to help. The girlfriend was out of town at her parents' house so he joked about it being a guy's weekend. First day was uneventful, got a lot done. Second day toward the end he started asking me if I ever took photos or video of my girlfriend during sex. I told him that I had a few. "Jesus Christ! You've been telling the truth! God damn! You're still cherry? God damn!" I told you!" Linda cried hopefully. Now that her dad saw that she was telling the truth, he'd take pity on her, wouldn't he? He wouldn't break her cherry, would he? "So let me go! Don't hurt me, Daddy! Let me go! I've been saving it for my husband."To Linda's dismay, her father laughed lewdly."Your husband!" he bellowed. "You expect to save your cherry until you get married?" Yes! Yes!" Linda wailed, trying.