A Moment of Panic
Disclaimer: My last anatomy class was my junior year of high school…I don’t remember much except the cutie I flirted with behind me.
I didn’t know where the hyman was. I parted with mine so long ago that I don’t remember it. I was 16, sufficently buzzed, and anxious to get it done. I couldn’t tell you anything else about the experience.
Needless to say, today I had a moment of panic.
I should start by telling you that I finished a last read through of The Cancan Dancer and the Duke just before Christmas. Then today I found the Smart Bitches post about the physical location of the hymen.
SHIT! Are you kidding me? Did I do THAT!?
Of course I was at work, but I had my trusty Kindle Fire with me so I whipped it out and found the scene where the big moment happens and…whew. While I don’t specifically describe the breaking of the hymen I also don’t ignore the general discomfort I assume is normal for a virgin. Since I don’t know any (virgins, that is), once the book comes out y’all feel free to let me know if I got it wrong.
My moment of panic has passed, but I now get to live with wishing I had bothered to ask a fairly important question…
Where is the hymen?
Hopefully you all will like the book when it comes out despite my near miss with a mid vaginal hymen. 
