"Did that hurt as much as it looked like it did?" He asked after she'd pressed and ripped the first strip of cotton cloth.
"Yes. More, probably."
"It's amazing that women will willingly submit to that, and yet, as you noted, run screaming from me."
"Don't take that too personally." She offered sympathetically. "The first time I had to, I literally begged to put it off, and was crying before it had even started. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't as awful as I imagined. And really, like anything, you get used to it and it becomes easier each time you do it. Inured, I think, is the word."
"I really hope you're still talking about your legs." He muttered. She laughed. "Yes...but you weren't so bad either. You said yourself they should never have sent virgins. How were we to know anything about
