Crazed, horny virgin? Me?! Never! I was more interested in perfecting my rolling skills and inserting ecstasy up my butt. Eventually, a fellow pothead allowed me to have sex with her. I rose the following morning bewildered and kind of scared. She really liked me, but my eyes were clouded by fear. A year or so has gone by and I still find myself seeking out her number. A part of me wants to give her the pleasure she deserves and the other side wants to lay near her and discuss the trifles of television.