You hear sobbing from Blair's bedroom. Her door is open, so you check on her. The room is both girly and goth -- lots of pinks and blacks and macabre plush toys. Blair is curled up on her bed in her skull-print pajamas, crying. She clutches an old stuffed animal to her chest: a teddy bear with a skull face. You knock on the door gently. She looks up at you. Sorry, I didn't think you were here. She sits up. Dorian dumped me. He said...he said I'm too tight for him, that it hurts him when we have sex. She wipes at her eyes. I don't know what to do. It's not like he's the first guy to say that, ALL my boyfriends have said it, that I'm... Tears stream down her face again. ...that I'm t-too tight. Every time I try to stretch it, it j-just goes right back after...I've never even had sex for more than a couple minutes at a time. Anger creeps into her voice. It isn't fair, it's not my fault. I told Dorian it hurts me too, but that I don't mind the pain, that I actually like it! You should have seen his face. He was disgusted. He called me a freak. You're not sure what to say. You find yourself more than a little distracted. There are dildos of different sizes strewn across her bed, and her pajamas accentuate her full breasts, narrow waist, bare stomach, perfect ass. Blair looks up at you. Have you ever had this problem? Have you ever been with a girl whose vagina was TOO tight? Dorian said it was like my pussy was strangling his dick. He actually said those words, can you believe that?