Neither spoke, neitherdoctor nor patient. Michelle's sense of urgent expectation had burst,leaving a rather foul, sickly-sweet taste in her mouth. Aft...r severalminutes, a shamed and saddened young lady rose from her chair andproceeded to gather her purse and its contents from where her lover hadcast them. "What now," Michelle asked rhetorically after some minutes of silence."It's over. It's over." I..., I don't know..., Michelle..., I'm so sorry, Michelle," Dr. Morasaid in a quiet tone, her. I am Dom Pedro de la Vega, the Count de Alvarez and your friend. I mean no harm to you or to any of the women here on this island. In fact I am here to set you free. What do you think of that?"The young woman did not reply. Instead she kept her head bowed and her voice silent. Even so she let her gaze flicker towards Pedro from time to time as if she was weighing what he had said to her, not believing what she had heard and wanting to see if there was truth showing in his face."Tell me Zama,". He took a deep breath and continued, "Mostly you survived physically. You lost your virginity but it wasn't voluntary. The physical lose can't be undone. You haven't lost your mental virginity and that is the most important. You haven't willingly given yourself to a man."Bill started spreading the brown and green poncho over the rocks and asked, "Help me here, would you?" They straightened the poncho and put rocks on it to hold it in place."But," Mary started and Bill held up his hand."I'm not. She was a few years younger than me, long red hair to her shoulders. Her pic was smoking hot! It was a tight, short dress. Pink in color, white nylons, and high heeled boots. That pic really turned me on.Her message was a little innocent and a little sexually teasing. She was horny but also looking for a relationship. 'Well, what have I got to lose,' I thought? So, we messaged back and forth for a few days. Our messages started out flirty but got really dirty, really fast. We decided to.