Certainly.

"S-sleep? With Eudora?" You stutter, caught off-guard. The fantasy had played itself out in your mind so many times, it could almost be confused with reality. Your daydreams were filled of nothing but her and the many things you wish you could do with her; all the things the older slaves talked and bragged about.

You imagined Eudora sneaking to the male slaves' quarters late one night, after everyone had gone to sleep, and climbing into your bunk. She would remove the single, charred rag of a dress she wore and wake you with the feeling of her warm naked body against you. She would kiss your lips tenderly and she slips under your blanket, her hands caressing the erection you would then be undoubtedly sporting. With a graceful movement, she would climb atop you and slide down onto you, your cock pressing deep into her. She would have to cover her mouth to stop the moans as she grinds her hips against you all night long.

Other times, you dreamed of cornering her in the vineyards while you were supposed to be working picking ripe grapes. You would be the aggressor this time and push your desire upon her. But Eudora would always reciprocate completely, wondering what took you so long to notice her love for you. She would lie on her back in the dirt, spreading her legs and allowing you to push deep inside her. She would quiver with your every thrust and her fingernails would dig into your back as she tried to withstand the ecstasy. Her legs would wrap around your waist, and she would cry your name loudly for all to hear.

Sometimes, you thought about taking her at the river, in the wine cellar, behind the tool shed, in the bathing area, in your master's bed, even in foyer in plain view of everyone to see, both **** and master.

But these were all just fantasies. Nothing more. You never so much as admitted your feelings for Eudora, let alone act upon them. The beautiful girl who gave you the sweetest smile in the world every day was just a companion. You saw her naked a few times, but never in a sexual fashion.

"Well?" Cassia asks, knocking you out of your trance. Once again, Eudora managed to seize your mind and thoughts. You shake your head to try and get rid of the offending visuals, haunting your mind.

"N-no." You reply. "Eudora and I...are just friends. Nothing like that ever occurred between us."

You swear you could see the hint of a smile hiding in Cassia's serious expression. "Anyone else?"

"No." You shake your head. You feel slightly embarrassed by the admission. A boy of your age usually has had a girl or two; even the other male slaves had found time with the female slaves. "I am a virgin."

"Are you sure?" Cassia presses. "It's very important that it be the truth. Think very hard."

"I am sure." You reply. "Unless..." You cough and your face gets redder. "Umm...does it count...I mean...I pleasure myself every once in a while." Usually while pretending it is an enthusiastic Eudora. You feel like a fool admitting this to Cassia, like you are some immature boy discovering his hormones. For her part, a slight blush has crossed Cassia's face.

"No. It must be intercourse with another. If that is all, then you are indeed a virgin."

"But does it matter?" You ask. "What does my sexual history have to do with the Catacombs?"