She had expected so much and all she'd gotten was a pain between her legs! She would have loved to enjoy it to get even with her mother. Damnation! And here the old turd turned out to be right. That hurt even worse than the screwing! Now all she could do was go up to the old bitch and say, "Mom, you're right. Screwing is a pain in the ass." Wow! That'd make the old witch drop her choppers. She'd love to see the expression on her face!

Doug was lost in thought. Were virgins always that hard to get into? That girl had a natural chastity belt! He thought he'd never make it. Sometimes that old try, try again routine really pays off. He chuckled mentally. He wouldn't mind trying it again. Right now. But he didn't think Angie'd go for it. He stole a sidelong glance at her. She was frowning. No. Better not push his luck. But there was that one moment there. A mind blowing feeling barely started. If he only could have held it longer. And longer and longer. He tried to imagine it again, but he couldn't. He wondered if Brad had ever felt it. He bet not. Not if he accused them of holding out on information. He just had to do it again. To see if he could recapture that feeling.

"Let's try it again, Angie," he said enthusiastically.

"No. No." She rolled away from him. "I don't want to!"

"Not tonight," he reassured her. "Another night. After we've had time to learn how to do it right."

"It wasn't any fun for me," she pouted.

"But it could be," he said optimistically. "Think of all the married people that go to bed every night…"

Angie interrupted. "My parents don't."

"They don't?"

"No, they don't," Angie said strongly. "My mother won't even let my father touch her. She has her own bedroom."

"Well, where did you come from?" Doug asked. "Are you adopted?"

"No, I'm not," she said indignantly. "My mother had a hard time when I was born. She told me. She doesn't really like kids – or husbands. We make her nervous."