Killer sex
I did not, as a very young, very stupid Kila, have a torrid affair with a man twice my age, and said man was not a known dealer of some substances requiring behaviour commonly known as “packing heat,” and I did not, as said very young and stupid Kila, drama queen and decide that it was a brilliant idea to make him jealous by chumming up to an acquaintance at a party until I was quite drunk, and let this said other man drive me home in my car.

And I did not shag said man in my flatmate’s satin- sheeted bed. And I certainly did not awake early with said “other man” to older man pounding on front door threatening to break it down. And I did not open door, beg older man to come into my otherwise empty bedroom as some sort of proof that no shagging had taken place.

And then, I did not, in horror, realize that “packing heat” was not just a category of behaviour but actual behaviour, of said older man. And I did not grab and lock said heat in my trunk, which is definitely not a euphemism for sex, so that I could then drive the other man home.

And I did not pretend everything was fine, for weeks, until I finally broke down and told a mutual friend that “other man” would have gotten shot that morning and THAT was why I was not going to see him again.

And I did not stupidly decide that that the real reason I wasn’t going to see other man again was that he was so awful in bed that it was not worth the bother!
( kila is reading clocks upside-down as usual, Sat 17 Sep 2011, 12:12, Reply)