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captured her eyes
    again.
     
    "And no girlfriend, either."
     
    She remembered giggling like a silly schoolgirl.   And that's what I
    was, she thought.   A silly, inexperienced virgin schoolgirl, bowled
    over by her first taste of sheer physical lust.   Lusting after that
    beautiful, soulless bastard, and thinking that lust was love.
     
    "And how about you?"   he had asked, smoothly.
     
    "No boyfriend?"
     
    "No," she said.
     
    "I find that amazing."
     
    "It's true."
     
    "So it's OK if I ask you out tonight?   For a meal at the Gala Hotel?"
     
    The Gala was the most expensive hotel in town.   She had seen the guests
    arrive, the men in dinner suits, the women in long gowns.
     
    "Oh, but I couldn't," she said.
     
    "I haven't anything suitable to wear."   She knew now that she had
    responded exactly as he'd planned.   How could she have been so pliable?
    So stupid?
     
    "That's not a problem," he said.
     
    "We'll go shopping."   He stood up, and again she studied the outline of
    his penis and the curve of his balls beneath the thin, silk bathing
    slip.   Tell me the name of your hotel, and I'll come and collect
    you."
     
    It had been a perfect afternoon and a perfect evening Faisel had been
    attentive, funny, and generous.   He bought her a beautiful white silk
    dress and a gold chain, plain and tasteful.   The meal was excellent but
    when it was finally time to go home, she felt suddenly nervous.   Now
    he's going to expect his payment she thought.   He hasn't spent all this
    money on me for nothing.   And although the idea excited her, she was
    afraid she would disappoint him.   He might not have a girlfriend but he
    would certainly have had other women.   Maybe even professionals, who
    would have entertained him with their repertoire of exotic tricks.
    What could she offer?   She'd never touched a man in a sexual way in her
    life.
     
    But it didn't happen like that.   Clever bastard, she thought, turning
    on the bed, the pictures clear in her mind.   Taking me home, kissing my
    cheek.   Thanking me for a wonderful evening.   Waiting a moment, then
    kissing me gently on the lips.   Treating me like the romantic innocent
    that I was.
     
    She remembered lying in bed that night, drowsily listening to her
    friends talking about their conquests.
     
    "And then he said, open your legs, I'm going to put my tongue right in
    there and lick you.   And he did."
     
    "What did it feel like?"
     
    "Nicer than having them stick their cocks in.   I came so fast, I
    couldn't believe it.   And then he made me do it to him."
     
    "Suck him, you mean?"
     
    "Yeah."
     
    "Urgh!   I couldn't."
     
    "Did he come?"
     
    "You bet he did.   I'm good."
     
    "Kinky cow!   You'll be asking them to pay for it next."
     
    "Good idea.   Maybe I will.   It'll pay for my next holiday."
     
    Jacey remembered feeling sorry for them as they giggled together.   They
    made sex seem sordid and cheap.   She had something special, something
    they would not understand.   A man who wanted her for herself and not
    just for what he could get from her.   But the crude descriptions her
    friends were bandying about sparked up pictures in her own mind.   She
    imagined Faisel's glossy head between her legs, his tongue working,
    giving her the same kind of pleasure that she gave herself sometimes
    with her own fingers.   The idea excited her but it embarrassed her,
    too.   What an innocent I was, she thought.   I was unreal.
     
    I thought he would give me a nice clean, romantic orgasm, wrapped up in
    tissue-paper like a pretty gift.   We'd make love differently to
    everyone else because we were special.   We were in love.
     
    She remembered her first time.   They had spent the day on the beach
    then she had gone back to her apartment to change before meeting him
    for a meal.   She told him she was flying back to England the next
    morning.   He had reacted with a suitably shocked expression, and had
    reached across the