(left, not Stevie) As summer ends, I reprise this short memoir which shows how morality has changed in 50 short years. In those days, a woman's virginity meant something. I was an earnest young man; I didn't want to be her "first." I wasn't in love with her. I wasn't ready for marriage. I didn't want to be "the one." I didn't explain. updated from June 14, 2017 by Henry Makow Ph.D. She stayed after class to listen to my conversation with the professor. The course was Eighteent...
