The man let out a soft, gravelly laughter.
"So, if we gonna talk about your virginity, then I'll have to have a good look at you. Size you up and all," he said.
"Okay," I said.
I felt his eyes gazing at me. He walked all around me. He looked me over carefully from head to toes.
When his eyes got to my ass, they lingered.
"That's a big ass, I'll give you that. Shapely and big. You wanna talk about your virginity, you came to the right house," he said.
I was trembling. Next, his eyes lingered on my breasts.
"Nice breasts, too. Big, but shapely, nice!"
"They got me onto the cheerleaders squad," I said.
He harrumphed at that.
"Oh, did they now?" He said. "I'll bet they did. I'll bet you were the perfect little white girl, too, weren't you?"
"I got good grades," I said, swallowing.
"Yeah, I'll bet you were perfect. Were you a prom queen, too?" He asked.
"Almost," I said.
He laughed. It was a deep, sonorous sound.
When he reached out, it was calm and casual. He lay one of his massive hands right on one of my breasts.
Startled I jumped back.
"What the fuck?" He said, angrily.
In a single instant, his entire demeanor changed. His voice became a menacing growl.
"You come to my door to talk to me about your virginity. Then you beg to come into my house. And now you gonna treat me like I'm some goddam plague or something?"
His voice was thundering.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Better," he said, gaining control over his voice.
He took in a deep breath of air and then exhaled.
"Now, we are going to discuss your virginity. But first, that means I've got to examine you. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Good," he said. "Now turn your head up so I can see you better. Stand up straight."
I did just as he asked.
"You're shivering like a leaf," he said.
He began to walk around me again.