This requirement had me sleepless and sweating even after it was achieved. Yet it also had me so hard as I drilled and hammered away that it felt like maybe for tools that inborn iron might have sufficed. I was even tempted to climb on once the job was done, to test both my handiwork and masochistic capacity. Anya had ordered me to withhold however, just as she’d forbidden any m**********n until our scheduled assignation. Let me be a virgin for her in every possible sense of the word, she’d ordered. And indeed these were the first things she asked about when we met at last, breathless beneath that huge tree on my life’s most decisive afternoon and evening.
“Did you try it out?”
“No.”
“Not even in bed or the bathtub?”
“Not at all, Anya.”
“Did you want to? Well?”
“I…yes, I wanted to. I
