I didn’t worry for one moment that I would have to remove any of my lingerie as I knew I was on a winning streak. Victory was cruising through my veins.
Virginity is a strange concept. What actually is it? If a definition had to be assigned to the word “virgin” – in the context of sex – it would be someone who has never had sexual intercourse. Yet virgin is also meant to mean, innocent or naive.
I glanced down at my ample cleavage spilling over the top of my coat and reminded myself that the old man could not possibly know that beneath the tweed, skimpy lingerie attempted to cover my modesty.
My mind began to spin – reacquaint? I was missing something. Perhaps Jacob was a long lost one-night stand of mine. I’d had a few. Sometimes leaving before dawn and too inebriated to remember a face.