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Superslut

... scattered about the shelves and around a small laptop computer. Posters on the wall celebrated Arsenal football club and last year’s World Cup. The CDs piled up by the stereo system featured rock music unfamiliar to Judith, but unlikely to have been played at the night club. He was sitting on the bed, nursing a cup of coffee, while Judith noticed she was sitting on an armchair with a cold cup of coffee and biscuits in front of her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Judith blurted. “I really shouldn’t have…” “Shall I order you a taxi?” Yu asked. “A taxi?” Judith wondered. “Well, you’ll want to go home, won’t you?” Yu remarked. Judith considered this momentarily. Did she want to go back to her lodgings? She thought about the implications. Her clothes were at Kulthoom’s flat. The clothes she was wearing would precipitate a confrontation with her co-believers that she was ill-prepared for. She was slightly drunk and she’d not achieved anything that she’d hoped to from this evening. And what was it that she’d wanted to achieve? What did she hope to get by letting loose her alter ego into the world? Judith looked up at Yu. He was a nice boy. Very nice. Short, perhaps. Certainly shorter than Linus. Judith hadn’t really spoken to him much before, even though he was in the same lectures and seminars as her. But he was in full possession, Judith was sure, of whatever it was that made him a man. And he’d treated her with kindness. What would Superslut say? “I think I’d rather stay here,” said ...

... Judith with more firmness than she’d expected, tugging at her top in the first of a series of movements that would prepare her for bed. And, unlike Linus, there was no resistance from Yu, who must have, to a certain extent, half-expected what was to come. It was at this point that Superslut finally revealed herself. Judith had been right to believe that inside her was another girl, eager to be set free, who would have the carnal appetite that would overwhelm, well, certainly Yu. And although it was Judith’s first time—and rather more painful than she’d anticipated—the passion she harboured was at least as great as Judith had imagined. In practice, Judith was rather less wanton than she’d imagined Superslut would be. She didn’t indulge in anal intercourse nor did she let her face be pasted by semen; not that it occurred to Yu that this was a necessary part of their love-making nor did he offer it up as an option to her. The love-making (and it felt rather more like that than ‘fucking’) was actually quite gentle and slow for most of the time. Even languid. And the most physical and passionate phases of it, during the thrusting in the prescribed missionary position, was punctuated with rather fewer of the obscenities and grunts that Judith had expected. And it was on this day, also, that Superslut died. While Judith rested in Yu’s bed, her head nestled on his bare chest and her legs entwined around his, she decided that the love she wanted was probably not, after all, anything ...