Innocence by Contract

— I want to have your virginity. — Mine… Mine… What? — Your virginity! — Sorry, but I don’t have it. — How come? The man sat on the edge of the couch, pulled up his expensive trousers, and tilted his head, looking me over. — I just paid for it. That is, my fiancée paid for it—but you got the wrong person. Still, I paid. Now your virginity belongs to me. *** Bad luck—what can you do. Not only did they give me the wrong procedure, but now that grim, sexy type insists that I… belong to him!