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... was a part of her that regretted her lasciviousness and presumptuousness, but the loudest voice in her head was one which celebrated Superslut and was more concerned about the failure of her blatant solicitation than at the fact it had been done at all. Judith was sure a gulf was opening between her and the other Jehovah’s Witnesses at the university, and this incident would serve only to make that gulf larger. However, the greatest cause for this was less her sluttishness — which to his credit Linus did keep a secret — but the fact that Judith didn’t really enjoy spending much time with her co-believers and made the unforgivable error of befriending students who were not Jehovah’s Witnesses. Indeed, there was one who was not even within the bounds of the Christian faith. In truth, Judith had few enough friends at university and this was less a result of shyness but more because her conservative appearance made most students feel uncomfortable. Furthermore, she didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t party, didn’t play sports, and didn’t have any knowledge of popular culture. However, she was an amiable enough girl and, unlike the other members of JWSoc, didn’t proselytise or indeed make any reference to her religion. None of them, of course, knew that she was also Superslut , who’d gladly take any cock in her mouth and would wade in buckets of spunk if only she had the opportunity. Kulthoom was a Muslim. An Indian Muslim, at that, but scarcely a girl who paraded her religion. ...

... Indeed, she was one of those students who Judith’s mother would most unreservedly describe as a jezebel. She displayed more of her brown skin than even the average female student and frequently sprinkled her conversation with profanities and even obscenities. Neither attribute would endear her to Judith’s congregation. In fact, she would be considered utterly unsuitable as a friend for Judith by her mother and even her father, who so rarely expressed any opinion of his own. “Why so glum?” asked Kulthoom, after a seminar on enzymes where Judith had been even more reserved than usual. Judith wasn’t prepared for this question and had no answer ready. She certainly didn’t expect to suddenly burst into tears within full sight of a couple of the boys from her seminar. “Oh, Judith,” said Kulthoom with sympathy. “Come along. Let’s find somewhere to sit and talk. You’re not pregnant or something, are you?” “Pregnant?” gasped Judith, wondering all of a sudden whether it was after all true that you could get pregnant from sitting on toilet seats. “No. No. It’s nothing.” “Well, it’s clearly not nothing, Judith,” Kulthoom continued. “I’m sorry about mentioning pregnancy. It’s just a couple of friends… Well, it happens… I just wondered… I know you’re not the sort of girl who’d get pregnant.” “More’s the pity!” exclaimed Judith bitterly and firmly, and her tears gushed out with less constraint, accompanied by throaty gulps. Where had this come from? Superslut would never have such inexplicable ...