[She receives her first ever kiss and suddenly she's in the backseat of a car. She's stunned and speechless, not knowing what to do but go along with what feels so right -- but also so wrong. For so long, she didn't even think a man would want to touch her because of her skin color. Most men she knows don't give her a second glance because she has so many white sisters. She lets him get much farther than she should've, stopping just short of losing her virtue.] Wait -- wait, I'm confused. Shouldn't we be married first?