The story of Justine

Justine is just finnishing her philosophy degree.We didn´t talk since we´ve finnished High School.That little compulsive liar.H0w she sweared to her boyfriends she´d been faithful,but in fact she wasn´t.How she thought anal sex was nasty.The day we read Lolita,Marquis de Sade and The Delta of Venus.All those erotic literature classics.We wished those stories happened to us,alltho we were virgins.We thought fiction could be reality somehow.Will it become true someday?We used to ask ourselves.
We got toghether at a bar to sip vodka and suck on lemons like we did when we were 16.At the peak of our drunkness we started telling the awful trueth.I told her about the failure of my university course and started teaching pre-school,that´s cool,but that´s not as cool as "Lady Chatterlay´s Lover".She told me she was going to get married to a rich sheik in Dubai.And she was scared because she had to proove to the guy´s family she was still a virgin.That´s when my jaw dropped!And I asked her why was she marrying a guy from such a different culture who live so far away.And she told me about her reputation in the small town she got her degree.She had sex with most of the guys ,and some girls,in her clasroom,just to be cool.Everything she got,she had it.With promiscous and lascivious sex.
To be continued...

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