Marie's point of view, sometime between Identity and Supremacy. Word: Girl.
Wrapped in his arms one night, Marie turned her face to gaze up at her lover and asked curiously, "Was there ever another girl—you know, before?"
Silence. "I don't know."
Marie sighed, a soft sound. "There must have been." She chuckled, struck with a sudden thought. "Otherwise you might have been a virgin when I first met you."
Silence.
Jason raised his eyebrows, shrugged, looked away.