Only then did you turn her away. Of fear and some strange energy I only associated with arrogance, I gazed over the wide snout of this tiger lady's metal sex and directly into her ferocious eyes. Had I been born a woman, my refusal would have been only proper - I would be preserving my maidenhood. And she repeated those same words only thrice after the first, so that four times they echoed through the night. You did not rob her of her motherhood, nor even her maidenhood.
Laws exist for such crimes.
This sex will take your miserable life. But nothing passed her lips of such accord. Instead, she went on of how a man's duty is to first preserve a woman's blossoming flower of maidenhood, then pluck it when the woman finds it ripened to a superior sweetness over the sour, green seedling a woman grows from. Though second, a man must take the ripened fruit into his embrace and hold it for as long as the woman needs her fruit to be reaped. Those, my dear reader, are very sour apples.