“Wow, this is nice.” Grace thought as she looked around the room. “Way nicer than the orphanage.”
Grace smiled when she remembered what was in her bag. Walking over to the bed, she sat down and reached into the plastic bag. Grabbing for the small rectangular box, she tore it open and she dumped the contents onto the bed spread. Excited to see the directions, she opened them up and was thrilled to see diagrams.
Setting the directions down, she realized something. She didn’t know if she was allergic to latex. She had heard horror stories of hives and rashes.
Trying to rationalize with herself, she thought, “Well, it won’t be near my skin for longer than what…10 minutes? I could do this.” Grace stood, walked into the bathroom, and stared at herself in the bathroom mirror.
“I’m doing this tonight.” Grace said out loud, psyching herself up. “I have no idea how, but I am too excited not to. People do this everyday, I can do it too.” Wondering if she would feel different afterwards, she smiled at herself in the mirror. Taking a mental photo of herself. The last time she would see herself as a “virgin.”