"You are still a virgin?” I asked, a clear disbelief evidence was obvious in my tone. I knew it, at the back of my mind, I knew she could still be a virgin despite the thought that her boss who accommodated her must have messed around with her body. No wonder I avoided looking at her face once I started touching her because I felt he was doing a wrong thing, touching an unripe fruit knowing fully well I don't eat fruit that are below 25 years old. No! I wasn't ready to lay with a virgin. I ...