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They rolled over and lay on their sides looking at each other. Now and then they would raise a hand and caress the other one's hair or shoulder. A thought drifted into Raf's head, which he couldn't shift. Meg seemed to guess it.
"You want to ask me, don't you."
"Wha? Oh, errm, I don't want to ask you, but I can't stop thinking about..."
"You're my first boy, but not my first?"
"You don't have to say a thing. I have no right to ask you..."
"But you won't sleep tonight 'till you know! If I tell you, you promise you won't pass it on, and you'll still respect me?"
Raf felt like he was on a path that had suddenly started crumbling. "Meg, of course I promise, but don't tell if its too hard!"
Meg gazed away, lost in thought, then faced him. "I've always liked adventures and experiments. For a few years now I've known how to pleasure myself - though not like you can! Well, one night I was experimenting with some things in my vagina. Then, there was this feeling, like a tear, which stung a bit, and there was a bit of blood. I wasn't a virgin any more."
"Ow, Meg!"
You know... my good hairbrush?"
"With the rounded handle? No!"
"Yes!"
"You've lent me that brush! I've used that hairbrush!"
"So have I!"
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