My parents were not big on allowing me to sleep with them so I did not.

[ the less said about them, the better. even the thought is enough to make his should stiffen the tiniest bit. with his bottle gone, he folds his hands into his lap and shakes his head. oftentimes his father was gone, busy working and then lost to the gulag and his mother was...working in her own way. ]

Otherwise, I had few friends and none that I wanted to share a bed with. I did not see the point. Any relationship I had was...short.

[ basically, he wasn't a virgin when he got here but he might as well have been. ]

I am not drinking.

[ fight him and ignore his sad life. ]