He smiled brightly hearing that he had picked the right hotel any other Russian hotel and they would have been shot on site. But also, he was excited that she was ok and slowly raised his back to the bed board. He needed rest, but he felt like she should know why he did this for her and why he protected her." You know..... not only did you take my virginity. But for the last few days. I felt like a man.... I mean I partied and such, made out with a lot of girls in hell, but it didn't feel right giving them my virginity. So I held onto it. Sure I ate girls out and such, but that was it." He paused for a moment and turned to her, pulling her into his lap and brushing her hair out of her face." My wife..... had health problems. She continuously bled down there and she couldn't figure out why.... so we never had.... sex. She felt like if it was catchy that she loved me too much to risk it. But we loved each other too much to ever let sex dictate our relationship. She offered other girls, she even though other friends over to please me. But I kept telling them that there was only one girl and was saving myself for when she got better. Mind you she's dead, so I can't really have feelings for her." He paused and made sure she knew where this was going, that there were no feelings for the dead." The moment that you listened to me tell you about my murder. You became that one girl. The only one I'd fuck, the only one I'd kiss and the only one I'd ever want to be with." He caressed her cheek and smiled before putting a serious look, more serious then anything. And I will be damned if you're ever shot and I can help it. By silver, but gold. By fucking titanium. Because you are that one girl..... that one girl in my life." A couple tears fell down his eyes as he spoke, but there was also a smile on his face."  You made me feel like a man..... and from now own. You're going to know what it's like to be a woman and not a punching bag."