The Girl With The Priestly Admirer pulls a torch from the glove compartment (inaccurately named) and directs its battery-dying yellow glow at her legs. She counts hairs unsuccessfully severed sweating earlier in the bathtub over her Venus razor. In the backseat I paint myself vampish lips and shiver.
After avoiding for several hours our imperfect [...]

The Girl With The Priestly Admirer tells me over a coffee about her newly acquired admirer, forbidden admirer number two. She is collecting them. The Priest. The Geography Teacher. Catholic, corrupt. I see him around, sometimes, tall and dark with eyebrows I think he must keep in a box on his bedside table and glue [...]

My leeetle girl, she say you stick tongue at her. Eeez zees true?
At which point I nodded. The girl pulled her face into a grimace which I recognised as belonging to part of the make-tears-happen-quickly process.
I always telling her, zees bad zing to do, and now you do to her. The tone of [...]

“morally excellent
pure: in a state of sexual virginity”

There shines a certain virtuous sheen on the skins of those Catholic School girls behind the blue wrought iron gates. Mine disappeared as swiftly as the carpet burns on my lower back appeared. I am not virtuous in any form of the word, not in the word ‘celibate’, [...]