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Lambert.  But even I know that Carl is much smaller than average.”
    “How long would you say he is – when fully erect?”
    Let’s see.  Could she remember back that far?  It had been years since she had seen him fully erect.  “Maybe, four inches – I never really measured.”  Cecile wasn’t handling this conversation well – and it wasn’t even her penis!
    “That is below average.”  Dr. Lambert laughed an odd halfway sheepish laugh.  “I know you’ve had sex, Cecile. Maybe not the best sex – but sex, nevertheless.  So, what I’m about to tell you is going to sound very odd.”
    “Okay.”  He didn’t sound ominous.  She had actually considered that she might have a tumor or even cancer. 
    “Cecile, Carl’s penis was short and your hymen is located a little further back in the canal than normal.”
    “My hymen?” Cecile didn’t understand what the doctor was trying to tell her.
    “That jabbing pain you felt was when Carl’s penis would hit your hymen.  He just wasn’t long enough to pierce it.”
    “What are you saying?” Cecile wanted him to spell it out.
    “As unusual as this may sound, my dear.  You are still a virgin.”
    Cecile went home in a daze.  Every once in a while she would laugh out loud.  If she wasn’t a fool she didn’t know what one was.  A virgin.   She was a thirty-one year old virgin, who had been married for seven years!  What a joke.  She thought of all the cruel jibes and criticisms that Carl had taken great pleasure in flinging her way.  She seriously considered calling him and telling him that his dick was so small he couldn’t even take her virginity!  But she wasn’t by nature a cruel person – so she did nothing but wallow in her confusion and her self-pity.  Now she knew she couldn’t ever face Bobby – or anyone like him.  She was a freak.
     
    A Few Days Later
    Her cell phone rang and Cecile started to ignore it, but it just wasn’t in her nature.  “Hello?”
    “I love you, I love you, I love you!”  Annalise was obviously beside herself with joy. 
    “I love you, too.”  Cecile knew exactly where the source of her happiness lay.  “So; you found Ethan, didn’t you?”
    “Yes, I did.  You are one sneaky matchmaker, aren’t you?  I couldn’t believe it when I saw him, Cecile – I love him so much!”  Her voice lowered as if she were conveying secret, sacred information.  “He asked me to marry him.”
    “Well, of course he did.”  Cecile had never doubted it.  “When’s the wedding?”
    “In a month, but I need you here in three weeks.  You’re going to be my bridesmaid.”  Cecile got a notebook and began writing down all the information that she would need to help Annalise plan her dream wedding.  They had a lot of work to do.
    “So everything’s okay?”  This was Cecile’s way of asking about her greatest fear – that Ethan would see her scars and not want her.
    Annalise’s voice shook with emotion.  “He wanted to make love to me from the moment we were reunited.  I wanted it, too.  But as you know, I was positive that he would be repulsed by my scarring.”  Letting loose a little nervous giggle, she poured her heart out to Cecile.  “He was almost impossible to resist, Cecile.  He let me know, without a doubt, that he wanted to pick up right where we left off.  He even made me confess that I was still hopelessly attracted to him.”
    “How did he wear you down?” she was sitting on the edge of her seat.  Annalise’s joy had become her own.
    “God, he was so sexy.  He followed me to my cabin and kissed me – he kissed my breasts – he was incredible.”  The sex talk between them wasn’t unusual – the difference was that this time – it wasn’t the plot of a novel they were discussing – it was ‘ Lise’s life.  “Then – something happened.”
    “What?”  Cecile couldn’t stand the suspense. 
    “He told me how Francine, his wife, had belittled him and