--The V Girl Prologue--
Year 21st of the civil war
Involved
parts: Patriot army, Nationalist Army, United Sentinel army.
Number of Nationalist states
casualties: 12,954,988.
Number of Patriot states
casualties: 3,859,895
Number of United Sentinel
casualties: 689,220
“Copulation without conversation does not
constitute fraternization.”
Say among allied troops during WW2
****Prologue****
In
the barely lit room, there are only some gym mattresses and a couple of
mirrors. I’ve set the mirrors so I can watch myself losing the V of my nick
name.
My “one-hour stand” climbs up the mattresses
and touches my naked trembling body. His breathing becomes ragged, his eyes are
dark.
I
never imagined my first time like this. In my imagination, having my first time
meant I would be in love.
I
always thought I would only allow myself to be with someone in that way if I
really, really, loved that person. He
would also be unconditionally in love with me. He would be someone who would
look at me as though I was his sun.
I
wanted to lose my virginity to someone who adores me. Preferably someone who
had said the five magic words: “Lila, will you marry me?” I wanted to have sex
for the first time with someone I’d consider worthy enough to spend the rest of
my life with. If I only had more time. Eighteen is too young in my book to have
met the person to whom I want to commit my life.
I
wish this occasion could have been a romantic spur of the moment situation. One
thing leading to other in a natural manner and then...I wouldn’t be a V girl
anymore.
That
would have been an ideal situation. But I don’t live in an ideal world; I live
in a world defined by a civil war.
My
deflowering can’t be romantic or spontaneous. I’ve been preparing my first
sexual encounter since I heard the troops were on their way to Starville.
I
don’t love my sexual partner. He doesn’t love me either. But it has to be him or it is going to be a random guy
from the troops…through force.
My
“lover” hesitates for a moment. I feel his weight pressing me to the mattress.
His body tenses. I wait for him to make the next move. But I’m afraid he has
changed his mind.