C33 In search of a hymen

She soon arrives before me. Her might is overwhelming, causing me to bow my head in rectitude while Listen to her footsteps proceeding past me. It comes to halt at the locked door but she doesn’t go away. I listen carefully as she sways the curtains to seal off any possible nook that will permit a peek. Almost as soon as her steps begin to dawn on me do I feel her cold palms on my bare cheeks