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Young Cunts - Act One: Shall We Start With Cunts?

... angrily at the wall. It stuck there briefly, before peeling off and dropping onto the carpet.

“Oh, love, love, come, don’t get like that,” said Rosie, wrapping her arms around her husband’s body, her damp breasts squashing against his chest. “At least we aren’t at war anymore. And that’s why we decided no more kids for now – until we know better what’s going on. And if we have to – well, there’s your family in St Martin, and mine in South Africa. And Father Ambrose will help us out. So come, love, let’s forget all that for a while; make me feel good now, hey?” Rosie pressed her cheek up against John’s, where it felt warm and clement. And John turned and kissed Rosie on the lips. And they smiled, and nodded.

Rosie twisted round and extracted a new pink condom from the nightstand…

… fade; descending harp arpeggios: A major this time, perhaps with an added ninth…

ACT ONE, SCENE THREE

… and we’re back to the Royal Academy of Fucking,where it is still Friday 16th July 2060,but now early afternoon.

“Ladies and gentlemen, cunts and cocks,” announced Dr Dick from the stage of the Sasha Grey Auditorium, “I hope you have enjoyed your lunch. I am so sorry to hear that there were no desserts available for fucking. The kitchen staff only informed me of this at the last-minute. But I have been assured by several of you that theboeuf bourguignon fucked well – quite apart from being delicious!

“Now, we have time for a few more questions from the floor for Professor ...

... Cuntslicker, before we proceed to today’s grand finale – and I see there is a gentleman in the back row who has had his hand up for a long time. Fuck a bitch, Sir, would you like to introduce yourself first?”

“Edward Turner, originally from Henley-on-Thames, but now residing in the ‘Outside World’,” said the questioner, a small man with a hooked nose and light grey hair, dressed, unusually, in an old-fashioned grey three-piece suit. A small ruffle of disquiet passed through the audience at the mention of the “Outside World” – and Riley blenched suddenly, choking briefly on the buttplug in her mouth, before forcibly regaining her professional composure. Mr Turner had an unusual accent: it sounded rather old-fashioned and English, though perhaps with an admixture of something reminiscent of southern Africa. Riley frowned.

“Professor,” Mr Turner began, “before lunch, you answered a question about the mistreatment of so-called ‘Undesirable’ races under the Enlightenment. But you have not justified what you call ‘purification of the mind’ – a remedy which has been brutally unleashed upon people of all backgrounds, often merely for holding unfashionable views. You have said that this ‘takes time and persuasion’ – but neglect to admit that such ‘persuasion’ can involve a great deal of cruelty. I fled this Continent in the early thirties, leaving behind people I loved…” At the mention of the word “love”, another wave of tutting and despondent shaking of heads passed through the ...