To Erica, “sleep” meant exactly that ... slumber ... unconscious repose ... shuteye. Of course to Will, it meant the same thing as it means to the...majority of people, most likely including you, the reader.What saved Erica from losing her virginity that night was an almost bizarre combination of circumstances.Once they were in her bed together, naked and breathing hard, had Will been whole, he would have rolled over and simply impaled her. He was not whole, however, and while the alcohol had. As she came near me she also got wet because of shower. I told her to remove her sari. She said it’s all right. I sat of on the bathroom chair and she started to put soap over me. She started to put soap allover my face and body but not on private area. Whenever she used bend I could see both her melons. And she could see my full bulge she told she has finished putting soap. I told know, I have to put here also and put my hand inside my underwear and started to clean my penis. She saw my penis. "I know!" another said. What were they talking about? I wondered.I was feeling very groggy. I felt someone seemingly writing on my chestwith something, and was flipped over and felt them writing on mybehind. The last thing I remember was them drawing lines on my face. Idreamed like I had never dreamed before. Part ThreeI slowly came out of my deep sleep, barely coherent, and heard peopletalking. One voice sounded very familiar, and soothing, although irate."What do you mean!" I heard her. I had never felt more exposed and vulnerable than I had in that moment, and it was difficult to imagine anything worse. I never thought of myself as having an especially large penis, but I didn't realize just how bad it was, didn't realize it would get such a strong reaction of amusement and mockery. Even worse, between the cold air, the pain of having fallen and being restrained and the fear and humilation I was feeling had shrunk my penis and testicles even more than usual. I must have looked.