It was all so new, she had never slept with anyone before, except as a small child,
Old fashioned high ceilings and the plaster mouldings, the mirrored panels and the antique oak closets, the familiar things, she gazed at them, she realised perhaps for the last time, tomorrow she would wake with Jonathan away from the antique pine chests, her communicator, and the display screens, and the pictures of her family, and of course of Jonathan. XXX Her thoughts returned to the moment she realised she had become a woman, the red stain on her shorts as she played tennis in the air conditioned safety of the college gymnasium, away from the harsh cancerous glare of the sun. “Then according to the regulations I all upon all present to witness your union.” Rev Jones whispered to Kriska.
