This wasn’t one of my best moments but it was a moment. For a while I’ve know how to use my sexuality. I enjoy the power that comes with it.
Anyway. I went to school with some girl who used to give me grief (I’ll call her Orla) and I used to give it back. Nothing too serious but it was clear we didn’t like each other. But what I hated were the stupid rumours she would start about me. I didn’t go that far because I thought it was stupid and could really hurt someone, but anyway.
Orla started a rumour that I blew one of the teachers at a nightclub (that’s not what happened, I left the club with the friend of a teacher who happened to be there. I was 18. She only knew because it was her uncle).
I went back to his place and we shagged once before he got really tired. Mighty disappointing.