Monday, 30 October 2017

Julia

Roger Noons

 Wine from a chalice.

 
When it came to sex, Julia opted for self catering. She could point to reasons. A games mistress who watched her undressing; an uncle with wandering hands and a mother who continually preached that going to bed with a man was overrated. What it amounted to was that Julia enjoyed control. Who with, where, when and how. She quickly learned that she became aroused by intimacy, in warmth and comfort.
    She had found distasteful the experiences recounted by her fellow undergraduates. An empty house, an outside lavatory, the back of a Mini, up an entry, and even in a cellar with scurrying rats.
    Her thirty seven years had not passed without incidents with both men and women, but since her ordination, she believed she had made the correct choice.

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