Virgie

Marveling, I said to her ear—and the pleasure I took in touching it with my talking lips!—“How do you know? A virgie like you were.”

“Ferget ever'thing but feeling good!” the first one added, to Maia's growing confusion and irritation. The third man, of average height, with a dark complexion, nudged his companions. “Come on. You can whiff she's just a virgie. Let's go clean up an' head for Bell House.”