Jay drops her towel and looks in the mirror. She smiles and shakes her head at herself. If anyone came into the shower block and saw her now, she’d never live it down, so she’d better hurry. She has never had much use for looking at herself, but now, she is curious. When it comes time, what will Ben see? Will he like it? Jay does. Her body is soft and strong. She turns her back to the mirror, peeking over her shoulder. Her heart stutters; a pale, distinct mark scars the smooth skin. How could she have forgotten about this? She snorts a mirthless sound. She isn’t 100% on the mechanics of sex, but she is fairly sure that Ben would see it, feel it.

That was it then, Dad’s wish come true. She really would die a virgin. She gathers up her towel and hurries into a cubicle, before the tears flow. She could howl with the ache of it.