When my colleagues learned that I was still a virgin they started a contest to see who could take my virginity. The winner was to get a statue of Artemis, the ancient Greek virgin goddess of the hunt. The man who won the contest explained it to me before returning home to his wife.
Ellen had never loved any man but her husband. On a foggy afternoon she walked through a once fashionable, and now deserted, neighborhood to the eighteenth cemetery where he was interred in the family mausoleum. She came to talk about their son.
A Story in the Chance Encounters Universe
On a cloudless, summer day, as I walked along a country road going nowhere, I saw a beautiful, naked woman sitting alone in a car. She seemed to know me.
