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floodgates to open.
    Thrilled and without thinking, she exclaimed, “Peter! You are a virgin! You are a boy-virgin! I am your very first woman!” and she clasped her hands in delight, her face fully showing her joy.
    Peter, never before feeling so embarrassed, said unhappily, almost sullenly, “I’ve had lots of women before you,” and he got up from her bed. He wanted to dress and be gone from her. He felt foolish, and so humiliated.
    Lai Ming smiled and nodded knowingly but said nothing, regretting deeply what she had already said to him and wishing she could retract her words but it was too late. Now, she must not embarrass him further. But she was sure he was a virgin and that he was completely naive about sex, and she was aroused by the thought. He was such a good boy, so well spoken and gentle. Her mind was already made up, he was going to be her boy. She would teach him the art of love, and how to make love the way she wanted to be loved. For the first time since her husband’s death she felt deliriously happy.
    Getting up from the bed and standing before him, she put her arms around him and looked lovingly up into his eyes. Softly, almost in a whisper, she said, “Peter, let’s take a shower together.” And she hugged him to her, then stepped back so that he could see her, and caught hold his hand and led him to the bathroom.
    There was no bathtub, only a showerstall with a pink curtain draped around it. Still holding his hand, she went ahead of him, and when they were both inside the showerstall she turned the two taps to where she knew the water would come out warm. And when the water was splashing down upon them she took a washcloth, and said, “I will wash you, Peter.”
    He felt her hand gently stroking his body, caressing him, fondling him, and he felt the warm washcloth she held in her other hand washing his belly, the tops of his legs, and then, carefully and gently, that which she held. He felt himself getting a second erection, and with her holding it and washing it with warm water, it felt good.
    â€œNow it’s my turn,” he said, taking the cloth from her. And with the water cascading down upon them, he washed her and explored her body; first her shoulders, her supple arms and her tiny hands. Then, taking his time and studying every part of her, he caressed as he washed her firm little breasts, her thighs, her tummy, her smooth little bottom, and finally that fascinating place between her legs. He felt her flinch, and heard her gasp and say, “Oh!” very quietly, as his fingers slid in between the pubic hair to penetrate and examine the little place that felt so soft, so warm and so inviting; and he again became fully erect and wanting to be inside her. But on looking down between their two naked bodies, he could not help but chuckle, for he found the sight amusing, almost comical. Lai Ming was so short, the head of his shaft reached higher than her belly button and lay almost between her breasts. She was looking up at him with a quizzical smile on her face, as if to say, ‘Well, Peter! What are you going to do with it?’ He shrugged, smiled down at her upturned face, and bent his head and kissed her lightly on the nose. She giggled and allowed his fingers to explore her more.
    Suddenly, Peter said what she so eagerly wanted to hear him say, “Let’s go to bed, Rose.” Turning off the water, he pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped from the stall, ready to have sex, the thoughts of his premature ejaculation erased from his mind.
    Lai Ming followed him into the bedroom. Standing in front of the mirror so that he could fully see her reflection in it, she quickly wiped him dry and then patted herself with the same bathtowel. And when most of the wetness was gone from her, she dropped the towel and held out her arms to him, and for moments they hugged and kissed each other. Then she fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Peter