My late sister knew me better but when I was away in the Marine Corps 46 years ago as a 17-year-old my mother would write me letters as a devout Catholic about the problems a healthy normal young man could find with a girl that wasn't exactly up to Mom's standards. Mom was married to Pop when he got all shot to pieces in Italy during WWII and figured I could take care of myself as a Marine during war time but she worried about the girls I might meet in strange foreign places.
Anyway, I finally met a clean girl up to Mom's standards after dozens of trips to brothels in nine different countries upon three different continents and almost 39 years of marriage.
You have no idea about the contortions that little Shiloh goes through to groom herself. Sometimes she sits in my recliner with a back leg straight up in the air and locked into position like a yardstick just so she can lick her own knee and thigh. And don't ever stop laughing.
