Vanity. Ares

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okay, and now she’s just over there talking to your
boyfriend like it’s nothing, jerk,” Carly went on in
her American accent, which became more
noticebly recognisable; I did note that I had never
been a fan of that type of accent. But I gauged the
scene; they were talking about Carly’s lesbian lover
Amber, whom Carly lived with and looked very
attractive; slim, big breasts, a nice oval shaped
face, small features and soft olive skin — I think a
mix of Italian and black. Upon seeing Amber for
the first time, days before, I wondered what she
had against the penis; what had the penis ever
done to her? For her to turn her back on the those
with them naturally attached? But as it stood she
was Lesbian and in this relationship with Carly,
where according to what was being said as I stood
eavesdropping next to the sink, that she had
allegedly “raped” Carly when sex was unwanted
and that was the picture I got. I found the use of
the word “rape” unfortunately placed in the
vicinity of such a conversation. I remember
thinking instantly that “rape” was a word
completely misused in this context, even if it was
intercourse that was not fully cordial.
Carly committed the crime of being
unattractive in my book: all box like and nasally,
which made me think that she should be grateful
for some action. Plus, I was not convinced rape
could not involve a penis for that matter. So I said
as much, slightly accepting that I was butting-in,
but trying to joke around a little, and shed a little
lightness on the scene: “...If Amber is raping,
generally, tell her she has volunteer victim right
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